RoosterA Poem by PeteOne man lies in his work, and gets a bad reputation; another in his manners, and enjoys a good one. - Thoreauclucking, bobbing, weaving and ducking thumb sucking and feather plucking hardly a morale booster they've come to snuff the strutting rooster a barnyard public service self-conscious and nervous sporting the cocky, bossy plumage of a proud curse below the surface i see the cracks and fault lines of your comings and goings your hypocrisy and shortcomings south of the border low in life's pecking order
easily spotting chinks in your armor ignoring the fact that i'm a dirt farmer an off-key snake charmer i can even see your sins that barely show concealing my own hidden curse and unholy woe i'm stinkweed hopped up on miracle gro they don't know what i know and crow i stopped caring and looking in the mirror a long time ago © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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