An Observational Poem of the Portrait 'Boy With a Hand Grenade' Taken by Diane Arbus

You freaky little boy.
How do you curl your hand in such an awkward way?
And why make such a disturbing face?
It's so, well, disturbing.
Pull your overall strap back up onto your shoulder
then go wash your knees. They are dirty.

And don't forget to rid yourself of that hand grenade
or to get yourself a new hair cut (the one you have is so passe).
You freaky little boy.