A black ball of grime,
two legs sticking out
of the top.
Gooey and all covered
in slime, it's silently bleeding
and cannot stop will not stop.
Farrell the adventures,
Farwell the friends that made
his arial travels shorter,
his stare is not with us
anymore he has forgot
whatever friends there ever was
Dead Pigeon.
Tossed like a pile of ****
ran over a couple dozen of times
by tires and people's kicks.
But he is dead he just won't react,
someone please do something!
Dead Pigeon.
The bird deserves a burial
he is calling at me
with his glossy eyes:
asking me to help
but I can't
Dead Pigeon
But he still lives!
His eyes, veiled,
bloodshot and black,
point at the gutter as if to say:
Oh the Horror! The Horror!
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
A black ball of grime,
two legs sticking out
of the top.
Gooey and all covered
in slime, it's silently bleeding
and cannot stop will not stop.
Farrell the adventures,
Farwell the friends that made
his arial travels shorter,
his stare is not with us
anymore he has forgot
whatever friends there ever was
Dead Pigeon.
Tossed like a pile of ****
ran over a couple dozen of times
by tires and people's kicks.
But he is dead he just won't react,
someone please do something!
Dead Pigeon.
The bird deserves a burial
he is calling at me
with his glossy eyes:
asking me to help
but I can't
Dead Pigeon
But he still lives!
His eyes, veiled,
bloodshot and black,
point at the gutter as if to say:
Oh the Horror! The Horror!
