In a town where shadows often play,
Lived Bo Ko, whose words would sway,
With a glare that could chill the warmest day,
He ruled his world in a harsh, blunt way.
Mean-spirited, his tone would cut,
Through any joy, his rants would rut,
Confrontation was his daily fare,
In every quarrel, he'd lay bare.
Bossy commands, he'd always shout,
In every room, he'd strut about,
With anger flaring in his eyes,
He'd storm through life with heated cries.
Though military's allure he'd extol,
No service of his own was his goal,
Yet the weight of his father's pride,
Fueled his ire, none could hide.
His father's tales of battles grand,
Guided Bo's harsh, heavy hand,
In every speech, the echoes roared,
Of a legacy he never swore.
He rode on tales of might and fear,
A soldier's son, though not sincere,
And through his rage and bossy might,
A heart lay hidden from the light.
