Ultimately he was just a freak.
He never seemed to try but always had
the very cutest girls, though his technique
could only be described as really bad.
Nor could it be ascribed to his physique,
the fact that he could barely read or add,
the trembly voice that often was a squeak,
the dodgy theories that were really mad,
the beat-up car that he thought was antique,
the bulbous nose inherited from dad,
the cheesy jokes that often were oblique,
the jumbled mess he called "my humble pad".
No. The fact that he was named Jean-Dominique
was all it took to make that jerk unique.