Whoever said PatrickScanlon.com was not up for a poem or two?
Well, yes, it is implied in the mission statement that such things would not occur. But sometimes exceptions must be made, and rules broken. In this case by;
The Birds
(A haiku poem)
Stupid birds all round.
Pecking at my neck, my ears
Fuck off. Kill you!- gun.
Birds are dead. NOT ONE.
NOT ONE was allowed to live.
No more will they fly.
No more in my hair.
Their smelly odour is now
Problem for the tip.
But thirst for vengeance
Not filled. I will hunt, I kill,
You will pay the price.
Your presence in the
World- your only great error.
But now- ALL IS FIXED.
‘Silly birds’ I cry.
Why? -why come to me to die?
Curse you silly birds.
I miss those birdies.
My pockets are filled with those
Little bits of bread.
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