Nobody likes vultures.
Oh, but the eagle…
People ******* love eagles.
The vultures,
they tidy things up for us.
The stench of all that rotting,
decaying road-dead flesh,
all the life crushed beneath our wheels
when we were not paying attention,
when we were moving too fast,
they take care of that.
They clean up a mess.
How nice.
The eagle…
it kills ****
And in that we see such nobility and
Regalness.
I propose we change
the symbol
on all our currency,
in our courthouses,
on the t-shirts of so many
Wal-mart shoppers,
to the vulture
and then maybe
act the part
and when someone mentions the eagle…
we can turn our nose up at the thought.
Michael L Sutter
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 9:06 AM UTC
Nobody likes vultures.
Oh, but the eagle…
People ******* love eagles.
The vultures,
they tidy things up for us.
The stench of all that rotting,
decaying road-dead flesh,
all the life crushed beneath our wheels
when we were not paying attention,
when we were moving too fast,
they take care of that.
They clean up a mess.
How nice.
The eagle…
it kills ****
And in that we see such nobility and
Regalness.
I propose we change
the symbol
on all our currency,
in our courthouses,
on the t-shirts of so many
Wal-mart shoppers,
to the vulture
and then maybe
act the part
and when someone mentions the eagle…
we can turn our nose up at the thought.
Michael L Sutter
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