Columnist, communist, capitalist con
standing without his pants on.
A greek, a geek, a one cheek sneak
stepping strong but a little weak.
An image, an homage, a page of the age
a change of wind upon his stage.
All heady, not ready, to redly drape
a flag of a hero like a cape.
No scars, no mars, no bruises of battle
no callouses, nor replicas or sores of a saddle.
Drop the pole, the role and see what you’re made of
all bare and barely a man when you step up.
Walter Parada photogragh for One Shoot Sunday poetry challange.
Gerald the Writer 
YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!! testosterone and mars!
haha…love the word play…one cheek sneak…snort….very nice jerry…
Did this one on The fly This Mornin’ thanks…this afternoon I will have time to check out some of the other responses to the prompt
Oh just superb!
What a witty play on words – the perfect parody of the picture.
[Insert standing ovation here]
Really liked this one, it takes a very different line then the others
As you say – all show and no substance :-
‘No scars, no mars, no bruises of battle
no callouses, nor replicas or sores of a saddle.
Love the fun of it.
Most entertaining – I’ll admit to a laugh – though certainly biting through it. Quite a different take from others have ventured out, but a witty and engaging one. A man of many faces it would seem, here…
Very good stuff, Jerry. An excellent flow and the singsong rhyme really drives the needle-sharp, and unfortunately all too real message home. Enjoyed it much.
It’s full of fun, Jerry. And it’s serious, too — a suggestion of how we idealize the past.
This had a good flow
Enjoyed the rhyme and the jab in your take of that quite perfect image, Jerry! I love how it crackles with irony and blunt reality. Thanks!