The Peacock

A man in a suit, neat Oxfords, crisp shirt,
Saunters down the street, a giant flirt.
Checks his watch, a glittering metallic eyesore,
He grins with arrogance oozing from every pore.

He shakes his wrist again to flaunt that watch,
The reflection blinds a woman, whose purse meets his crotch.
He screams, and she then screams—
Karma delivers beyond my wildest dreams.

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