The Narrative {Try 2}

6/26/24

He wears the narrative on his head.
A bass pro sport hat and freudian mother-tap.
Father pats his back
until he grows taller than his old man.
He folds for pussy by fourteen
cause he’s always reminded of his toys
in the form of plastic barbie girls.
Of course he wants to mow the lawn!
That’s how his father pulled his mom,
wiping sweat from his chest–
you can read the narrative on his head.

Men and women had thousands to figure it out,
bu there’s no narrative made for two men.
Just a mother, a father, his son, and their daughter–
a concrete jungle and double the testerone.
Half the globe still hates the truth
of an unwritten narrative,
far from soon.