Elliot Stabler in S.V.U. by John Doyle

Reminds me of the boys in school who ended up doing quite well;
I mean, they had steady jobs, wives, kids, lots of testimonials.
But you always suspected they wanted to be alcoholics
or train robbers in 1880s Texas to take them away from the humdrum and failures
of utter perfection, of getting married at 25 to the only girl they ever boned,
of the sadness of being respected by the fathers-in law,
of looking in the window of an Irish bar in Queens
and longing to be lonely, the green, green grass of sometimes failure.
It did not shock me when Stabler went fucking postal in his final episode;
well, it was the best he would come to going postal,
even with the blood-thirst of a pack of rabid devilish wolves
he had been a perfect failure in his neurotic success

John Doyle became a Mod again in the summer of 2017 to fight off his impending mid-life crisis; whether this has been a success remains to be seen. He has has two collections published to date, A Stirring at Dusk in 2017, and Songs for Boys Called Wendell Gomez in 2018, both on PSKI's Porch. 

He is based in Maynooth, County Kildare, Ireland. All he asks is that you leave your guns at the door and tie up your horses before your enter.