Victor
“and he limped like the devil himself”— Victor Hugo
This spitefulness arises in a man
When meeting someone larger than himself,
When he encounters someone greater than
His own capacities; makes him an elf—
Or Quasimodo—in comparison,
But jealous only, without high passion
Like the hunchback’s. There’s a whole garrison
Of Périgord carpers, since their ration
Of talents and skills are quite pitiful.
They seem as ugly as Tracey Emin,
Their egos a bit Walter Mittyful,
All because of his scoring with women.
But still, setting this and that groan apart,
We can say he wasn’t a Bonaparte.