They were ugly And dumb And did not know fear Did not feel the need to use their horns for anything
They were fat They smelled bad Like an open wounded staph infection
They did not even taste good To other animals or humans
But there was this boy who loved to watch them graze with his pet turtle Rusty He watched and listened
The Unicorns did not neigh so much as they screamed high pitch and breathy Into each other’s mouths They made no sense It was beautiful to him that things that made no sense Could exist without reason And there be nothing wrong with that
Rusty would walk around them A turtle’s pace And graze Occasionally bite at an ankle It made him feel strong To cause such a big animal pain And slink away unscathed No one will ever see the way such a proud turtle walks As the way Sparky did Head so high His neck did not look like ******* skin
The boy also watched them die Watched as the men in his tribe led them to a nearby valley Where they would smash the unicorn’s head in with rocks The animals just stood there Not understanding what was being done to them
The boy felt like a unicorn then When his father hit him He felt dumb Dumb in the heart Dumb in the brain Dumb in the body For continuing to stay
The boy cried as the last unicorn died His father said that soon everyone would forget that something so ugly lived The boy understood So he went to nearby caves Where all the gay tribe boys go Because in hunter gatherer societies Boys who did not work were gay They did what makes them happy That is why it is called gay
In the caves he would draw the unicorns He made them beautiful And intelligent With blood that healed wounds And horns that if stabbed you Would cause the most beautiful death
When all this ugly is gone People will tell stories about us
Please note my cover photo which is a drawing of mine done on a papertowel while drunk and in the woods.