The suits march off
to their working place
And return day old soldiers
I thought once
they were fighting for honor
But this day old roamer knows
They are fighting for ego
The pigeons chatter
on the sidewalk
The two men
walked the other direction yesterday
The pigeons ask why
Suits tread the same pavement smooth
When they could go quite anywhere
[My friend asked me once what city had the fattest pigeons.
I asked which had
the fattest men. ]
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 1:17 AM UTC
The suits march off
to their working place
And return day old soldiers
I thought once
they were fighting for honor
But this day old roamer knows
They are fighting for ego
The pigeons chatter
on the sidewalk
The two men
walked the other direction yesterday
The pigeons ask why
Suits tread the same pavement smooth
When they could go quite anywhere
[My friend asked me once what city had the fattest pigeons.
I asked which had
the fattest men. ]