When i was little peacock,

my dad was really nice.

He would buy me presents like a 4 wheeler,

and gave me money.

He would take me to Cerro Gordo a beach in puerto rico.

he used to give me rides on his orange pimped 4 wheeler.

He always made sure i had everything.




But when i moved to america,

and became a teenage peacock, he forgot about me.

He never gave me his number.

he would change his phone number,

more than he changes his underwear.

When i saw him face to face,

he had that fake smile,

that would make everyone have a reason to smile.