Waddle That Runway
2021
i waddle,
but it is not an unsightly limp,
it is an iconic strut.
my father was a king known to be unsteady
his steps, were no missteps, instead he
saw what others saw as clumsy
to be a sign that he was ready
because unlike the other species, no one held that
rhythmic sashay from side to side
that my mother, a queen, held with all her pride
we are the fluffy future this world awaits
an original artwork from mother nature’s gallery
no other species holds our traits
unless you count those
budget duck, four-legged webbed feet
really suck, frankenstein deadbeat
basically traced, copy and paste
mammals that for some reason lay eggs
discount walmart, rip-off tryhard
no-wings, platypus-things.
this whole species is full of kings, queens, and non-binary beans
this superiority you see? it runs in the genes.
waterproof feathers, multi-coloured heathers,
and we’re omnivorous, cause’ we’re not picky eaters –
i don’t know why y’all think we care about the haters
because that’s just another name
for no-fame over-committed alligators
and they totally copied the crocodiles too.
i think.
i am unlike any other winged being,
and it’s about time y’all started seeing
just how happy we are with our beautiful bodies
and the sheer glamour this little waddle embodies
and that
is how you waddle
that runway