Firstly this poem is an abstract account of my life, so yeah it's technically non fiction butchered into metaphorical drunken, sleep deprived babble. I don't know whether it's good or not but hey that's life, anyway below is some info on a mook I thought it was kinda cool and I've been wanting to use the idea for a while so here it is.
A little bit of background on the "Mook"
There are many meanings/definitions of the word "Mook"
Here are some I liked the most:
Mook can also mean an insignificant character whose passing is often part of the story and the audience is often unsympathetic to that passing.
The term mook or jamook is Italian American slang for an annoying, stupid, undesirable person
Mook is a term originating from Chinese media that refers to either an unimportant character or a mean one
A "mook" is also disagreeable or incompetent person. - A character whose contribution to the story is negligible. (or) - A static self-centered character whose purpose in the story is to obstruct other characters by either being clumsy, foolish, greedy, evil, obtrusive, or a combination of those elements.
It can also be represented as a bird. Which is the image I had in mind when I wrote this.