He starts the day with black coffee and a cigarette
He's on the ground, but that not where his head is at
He writes a poem in his room, on his bed
A memory foam pillow greets his weary head

He types his heart out with every single letter
Ingests chemicals that give him a full header

Inspiration comes from a black bird that he saw
Circling his house with a mouse in his claw

Vultures do what they have to to survive
Just like any man would to do stay alive

The bird swoops down and takes what's his with no question
It's heart beats faster with a geometric progression

A man must do the same if he wants to get what's his
Especially in the time in which we live

He has to be ruthless and swift
And take his own like a gift

The unsuspecting mouse never really stood a chance
And the man must take his opportunity at first glance