observe

should be against the fucking law

Men walk by
missing sleeves,
missing souls.
They make me think 
of the peacocks
I’d see at the zoo as a kid.
Strutting around, 
narcissistic and vacuous.
What they’ll never 
understand is this:
a peacock is nothing
more than a 
multicolored
misguided
turkey.

I wrote this because I want to learn how to write poetry/lyrics/short stories/memoirs/epic novels. Dave Kargbo challenged me to write something within 24 hours because I complain to hims about my impossible desires. So I did.