He is red
Flakes of skin breaking away from his arms and face
He smiles stretching the cigarette stain on his white mustache
You young people have got it all wrong
Let me tell you a story
Don’t worry it’s a funny story
He looks behind him to make sure he can soak up my time
I tell the cashier to stay and check if anybody comes
One time there was this really dumb bird
Had a nice beard like yours
Real busy guy
And he waited til winter to fly south
If this story is about me I’m not sure
Some of us work real hard
And still manage to justify that we have nothing
I wonder if he knows I can see the boogers in his nose
The bird finally took off for home
But it began to rain
He kept flying
Then it started to hail
The hail beat his wings
It was getting hard to flap
His body began to shiver
He smiles again
It makes his lips crack and bleed a little
Underneath the stretch of yellow
He exhales and his breath smells sweetly of beer
It began to snow
Lightly at first
Though it was cold it was easier to fly
But the snow fell thicker
It coated his body
His heart slowed
He began to feel really tired
He started to descend
He was dying
He places a hand on mine for a moment
His is comfortably rough
Shovel callous rough
Cinderblock stack rough
If that touch was for me or him
I’m not sure
All these stories are just ways we beg people to stay
This poetry is just a way to keep you here
Touch you with my rough and tremble
So you can look at my cracked broken and ******
A little longer
The bird kept falling
Until he hit the earth
And you know where he landed?
Right in a big cow patty
*But the warmth of the fresh ****
Melted the snow
Gave him his life back
So he rolled around in it and began to sing
He sang and sang and sang
And a hawk heard the singing
It was winter
The hawk was hungry
And he ate that bird with the nice beard
He slaps the counter separating us
Eyes widen to mounds of earth
Two big fat piles of cow **** staring at me and smiling
I don’t feel like laughing
And the moral of that story young man
*Is if you’re covered in **** and somehow happy*
Keep your mouth shut
These stories are just reasons
And I don’t feel like laughing
I laugh anyway
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 5:10 PM UTC
He is red
Flakes of skin breaking away from his arms and face
He smiles stretching the cigarette stain on his white mustache
You young people have got it all wrong
Let me tell you a story
Don’t worry it’s a funny story
He looks behind him to make sure he can soak up my time
I tell the cashier to stay and check if anybody comes
One time there was this really dumb bird
Had a nice beard like yours
Real busy guy
And he waited til winter to fly south
If this story is about me I’m not sure
Some of us work real hard
And still manage to justify that we have nothing
I wonder if he knows I can see the boogers in his nose
The bird finally took off for home
But it began to rain
He kept flying
Then it started to hail
The hail beat his wings
It was getting hard to flap
His body began to shiver
He smiles again
It makes his lips crack and bleed a little
Underneath the stretch of yellow
He exhales and his breath smells sweetly of beer
It began to snow
Lightly at first
Though it was cold it was easier to fly
But the snow fell thicker
It coated his body
His heart slowed
He began to feel really tired
He started to descend
He was dying
He places a hand on mine for a moment
His is comfortably rough
Shovel callous rough
Cinderblock stack rough
If that touch was for me or him
I’m not sure
All these stories are just ways we beg people to stay
This poetry is just a way to keep you here
Touch you with my rough and tremble
So you can look at my cracked broken and ******
A little longer
The bird kept falling
Until he hit the earth
And you know where he landed?
Right in a big cow patty
*But the warmth of the fresh ****
Melted the snow
Gave him his life back
So he rolled around in it and began to sing
He sang and sang and sang
And a hawk heard the singing
It was winter
The hawk was hungry
And he ate that bird with the nice beard
He slaps the counter separating us
Eyes widen to mounds of earth
Two big fat piles of cow **** staring at me and smiling
I don’t feel like laughing
And the moral of that story young man
*Is if you’re covered in **** and somehow happy*
Keep your mouth shut
These stories are just reasons
And I don’t feel like laughing
I laugh anyway
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