Words for birds.
Talking at them
One by one
Listen to me click my tongue
My hands try to give a hand
Accentuating the pointlessness
Parrots draw a fascinated crowd
They ask the bird to repeat
Fuck. Shit. Cocksucker. Fag.
How can I ever hope to compete?
I hate poets
I hate “poets”
They never tell the truth
They say things like,
“Death is sweet”
And “Love is tragic”
But I think we all know
It’s the other way around
