Cock of the Roost
You strut around like a bedazzled peacock
Witticisms and feathers tossed about like confetti...
A ticker-tape parade…theme music even….
all in an unfounded effort to make them want You.
Lured, perhaps by the bright colors,
that genetic part which remains primal
invariably responds to your dance
and more are lead to psychic slaughter…
What species of animal are you?
Do you devour your mates, leaving only haunted shells behind...
animatronics living testaments to your great prowess
Or
Do you lock them away….
A fleshy menagerie,
Broken toys in an under-lit shadowbox,
forgotten and dated suits in a misplaced closet, awaiting your whimsical attentions
while like a child you look for your next new toy
forgetting… one day you’ll be too old to play… and then what?
You strut around like a peacock
Witticisms and feathers tossed about like confetti...
A ticker-tape parade…
all in an unfounded effort to make me want You.
Lured perhaps by the bright colors,
That genetic part which remains primal
Involuntarily responds to your dance.
What species of animal are you?
Do you devour your mate, leaving their shallow shell behind...
Left as a reminder to those that sadistically seek your embrace?
Or
Do you lock them away…. mesmerized by your charm…
A fleshy menagerie awaiting your whimsical attentions?
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