i’m never going to be more than i already am

never going to attain my dreams

wading into the pond of forever failings

going to practice being a duck for a spell

swim around with a happy quack

eat the bread kind souls toss my way

not even care if the bread is filled with dirty water and microbes

forming a cesspool in my stomach

killing me softly with her crumbs

i’ll super glue feathers to my failings and migrate north for the winter

single white male undergoes species transformation

could this happen to you

tune in at ten and find out

maybe i’ll end up not just an ugly duckling

perhaps i’m a swan

just need to grow out of this decades long awkward phase

my neck is not so long and graceful

my toes are not webbed

but i can dream that a wicked witch cursed me

i’ll erase the negativity

blot it out with a magical marker

rebrand myself

half-duck

half-swan

all one hundred percent

grade a

free range

farm fresh

me

carry that magical marker everywhere i go

start a commune on a quiet farm

just me

and like minded people that just want to spread their wings

irregardless of soceity telling us we can’t

wake at the crack of dawn

meet up at the pond

strap on our beaks

and paddle about

free

not a cult

not really

just swan duck hybrids with glued on feathers

sharing a common interest

in sharing anything at all

come on in

the water’s fine