I can see it
in the double-pane
people wear themselves
on their back
their shirts are tighter
than their skin
turkey guys raise their fan
more proudly than Mr. Peacock
.....with bound hands
.....they parade in the smell
.....of their dry-windy gut bacteria
.....and they let homeless people live
.....on the wet coins
.....from the old fountain of love
and I see myself
joining in to keep what I have
my dear self on my back
because I love my sweet
deceit