You fool.
You’re not apart from the herd;
You’re a part of it.
Aftermarket?
Still mass-produced.
Your individuality
An affectation
Of a common ideal.
Your skill?
Below average.
Brashness
Makes you bold and stupid,
Not nimble and responsive.
Oversized ego
And undersized bits.
Compensation on your window.
You pack animal.
Oakleys and Skoal.
Mountain Dew spit bottle.
Commoditized pride
(A Chinese export).
Begging to be tried
So you fulfill a dream.
Pumping gas and a mix
Of Morgan Wallen,
Upchurch,
And edgy bro-country rap.
The last line of defense
Against…?
Righteous indignation?
Your hands may be calloused, brother.
But your spine is soft,
Your beer belly ascitic.
