The Gonzo Wolf

Blue skies and bird baths.

Revealing segregation’s origins.

Not learned, but inherently available on a whim.

How do you choose to live?

The regulars peck the eyes from a beautiful stranger.

Showing hints the creator may be the cock-stain we feared.

We tremble at what we don’t understand.

“Can’t ” means we tried and failed; we didn’t – collectively.

A pigeon draws the short straw and approaches me, testing my reaction to his seed quest.

The others now strategically perch in a tree to observe their whipping bird’s fate.

I allow him to eat but charge the others before their peckers unsheath.

Nothing more useless than a sheathed pecker.

I root for the underdog.

I cheer the slave.

Unpolished diamonds in the rough who stand tall against the money machine.

We’re all the same; energy.

Creatures of habit snipped from the same cloth wearing various masks.

Even bitch-ass pigeons fly when you kick rocks at them.

Kick those rocks.

Deny the instinct to hate.

Evolve.

Sounds cool, doesn’t it?