gulls squawk angrily on our roof
they argue about survival
forgetting they carry the souls
of drowned mariners
we argue in our bedsit
penned into a miniature life
fighting for identity
the right to be ourselves
we could be by the sea
but those angry squabbling scavengers
have never seen a wave in their lives
just gulls not seagulls
forgetting ourselves
we spar around the furniture
you are southpaw
I am orthodox
they root through *******
scattering it everywhere
no use to man nor beast
disease ridden vermin
wrapped up in life
forgetting how to fly
but we can all soar
if we ride the thermals
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 1:50 PM UTC
gulls squawk angrily on our roof
they argue about survival
forgetting they carry the souls
of drowned mariners
we argue in our bedsit
penned into a miniature life
fighting for identity
the right to be ourselves
we could be by the sea
but those angry squabbling scavengers
have never seen a wave in their lives
just gulls not seagulls
forgetting ourselves
we spar around the furniture
you are southpaw
I am orthodox
they root through *******
scattering it everywhere
no use to man nor beast
disease ridden vermin
wrapped up in life
forgetting how to fly
but we can all soar
if we ride the thermals
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