Fan (Notevember 2021, #7)

Some poems start wanting music halfway through being written. But Notevember time constraints prevented a full song. If I do eventually write and record it, I will update this post with a link.

Oh, what a dazzling display
An arresting array
Of color
Say, do you dress to impress or confuse
I’m less impressed than amused

Oh, you kaleidoscope man
No, you won’t find a fan
tonight
Cannot imagine why you’d think it wise
To don such a garish guise

All eyes on you!
That outfit you think that you’re rocking?
Peacocking’s been out of style for a while, my friend
Then again, it was never in

What a ridiculous strut
Please stop shaking your butt
I’m laughing

Yes, you turn heads when you walk past, it’s true
But you turn stomachs, too

All eyes on you!
That outfit that everyone’s mocking?
How shocking! You’re more a joke than bespoke, my friend
No one’s awestruck, they just pretend

It’s not just your outfit – it’s how you talk
You sound like a self-help book
Pickup lines that would make anyone balk
Even if they approved of your look

Look at that woman, now notice her scowl
That, there’s a bird crying fowl!

So, please stop attempting that tired old tactic,
it isn’t just silly and anticlimactic
In real life, a peacock is effin’ majestic. (All
I’d like to do is to cave in your testicles.)
You’re close to having the punches come knocking,
so please leave – and take off that outfit you’re “rocking”!