RIP Pigeon
Did you falter when you flew?
Were you staring at the sky?
Missing the glass death trap before you?
Or did you mean to die?
Did you consider a swan song when you last took flight?
Was it a beautiful dance?
Or a cruel and bloody fight?
Was it a kamikaze mission?
A suicide pact?
Did you intend to die all wings intact?
Did your pigeon friend convince you to end your life?
What happens now, to your poor, lonely pigeon wife?
Or was it her that made you do it?
“It won’t hurt a bit, we’ll go down together
Oh how we’ll fly, just like birds of a feather!
The bird heaven is better than this living hell”
She said
But little did you know she wanted you dead
So she could continue her life with her bit on the side
It was Steve that fucking Magpie
As he stole your silver
She sold her soul
Little does she know he’s a real arsehole
Without a care for other people’s stuff
Getting every bird he sees right up the duff
He has the monopoly in the winged world
While you just lie there. Gross. Several people passed disgusted having hurled.
About the Creator
Emily Sara Andrews
Performer, Artist, Arts Facilitator, part-time poet and occasional spinner of yarns, not necessarily in that order.
Living and working in Stoke-on-Trent she takes inspiration from the wild, the weird and the ordinary.
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