The peacock feathered out its splendid
colors
And danced and swooned for candid eyes.
The sparkly lights spoke in glittery high
praise
And asked for more truth - even if fended
lies.
The naked bird sang with a clear throated
voice
Fear me not - I am no pock nor baneful
prize
I am the songbird - Lady Gaga by night
And in the sun, a mind no one denies.
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