118 – Pigeon Splatters

Poem number 118
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Pigeon Splatters
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Pigeons pecking on the ground
Trying to find a crumb
That food will change to white manure
And squirt from out their bum.
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Manure will rain down from the sky
And land upon my head –
I never feed the pigeons
And I wish that they were dead.

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