Tantrum In The Lockeroom
Gee, how many nails can I fit into this hammer
and how many hours has the t.v. been on?
Another Dollar Store is being built in town
And no body likes M.C. Hammer anymore
Why must we throttle and king prattle thru life lying about almost everything?
Have we no guardian angels to helps us seek truth in this day and age?
You mean to tell me, lowest of lows, that they don't have an app for that?
We'll then to hell with it. I'm gonna throw a tantrum and shake my brooding soldier
And imagine we're in the locker room
And its half time of the biggest game of our lives.
Larry Fopote
Pilot Mountain, North Carolina
About the Poet:
Larry Fopote was born in Boon, West Virginia in 1974. When he was seven years old, his father, who was a Cardiologist landed a job at a prestigious hospital in Boston, Massachusetts moving the whole family in 1981.

After reading the first two poems it became apparent he was intoxicated and Fopote stopped in the middle of the third poem and went on a fifteen minute rant on how technology was killing attention spans which spun into him insulting the crowd for their own stupidities. Somebody jokingly tossed a banana up and it hit him in the foot and this so infuriated Fopote he jumped into the crowd causing a melee. He was arrested and charged with disorderly conduct. He was arrested again in 2004 in Maine for possession of Cocaine. Three months later he marries a school teacher and they have one child and live in a cabin in Maine woods. in 2005 despite the incident in Michigan, he is asked to read his poems and does at Vermont University's, 'Young Poet's On the Rise' Series. By all accounts he's the most interesting and most authentically 'blue-collar poet' out of the group. He continues to work odd jobs to raise his child but in late 2006 in busted for possession of Cocaine. His wife and child leave him. His two previous books of poems are selling well for such small presses and were in the process of being reprinted. In 2007 His wife remarries and a long custody battle over their child ensues. While intoxicated crashes his car in Montreal and spends a month in the hospital.
While in bed writes first new poems in several years. The Book becomes 'Hokie Fudge Incinerator', a series of twenty eight poems. It wins the New England Young Poet's Award for 2008 and is nominated for best book of poems by several magazines and journals. He's arrested for drunk driving later in the year and also is beaten up by six men outside a bar in Manhattan during a visit to see his family. 2009 loses all award money and loan money in a three day gambling binge in Las Vegas. Arrested for a disorderly conduct outside a strip club in Vegas. Checks into a rehab facility in Maine in November of 2009. Stays until May 2010 when he marries a lady he meets while there and they have one child. They have been living happily tucked away in the woods in Pilot Mountain, North Carolina ever since and Missing Manifest Blog is glad to have received Mr. Fopote's first public poem in over three years and we think it should be our poem of the month for March.
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