Look at all the birds
Every shape, color, size
Scratching at the surface
Pecking at the lies
Adorning the walls with excrement
Every day is a holiday
Every day is the same old story
The plot thickens
But none will sway
Where have all the flowers gone?
Where are all the vines?
Where are all the pretty birds?
Where are all the signs?
The sparrows have taken over
Blackbirds in the trees
Vultures at the dump yard
Pigeons on the streets
Fighting over bread crumbs
Falling into traps
Brawling over carcasses
Nesting on the tracks
As the life that once flourished
Fades in the horizon
The City of Birdbrains take to the sky
Taunting the lowly
Mocking the meek
Basking in their glory
As they litter the streets
The words of the wise can’t penetrate the throne
Nothing nice and nothing pretty
Welcome to Birdbrain City
I really feel that one. You got some great rhymes, ya know.
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