Twenty-five pigeons are doing **** rips in my living room.
In the middle of my living room
twenty-five pigeons
are doing **** rips
of **** that they bought
off my next door neighbor
who just happened to have some lying around.
There are twenty-five pigeons
doing **** rips in my living room,
and they will not stop watching
Battlestar Galactica.
The twenty-five pigeons
doing **** rips in my living room
ate all of my Cheese Nips,
and they drank the last
of the RC Cola I bought.
I try to get
the twenty-five pigeons
doing **** rips in my living room
to leave,
because I hate it when they do this,
but they just coo at me
and that shuts me up.
One of the twenty-five pigeons
doing **** rips
in my living room
accidentally knocks over
the ****
and spills bongwater
all over my ******* carpet.
The **** cracks.
They start flapping their wings really hard
and ******* everywhere,
because they're pigeons
and they're mad.
But then,
one of the twenty-five pigeons
produces some hash wax
from under his wings,
and now there's twenty-five pigeons
doing knife hits
of hash wax
over my stove,
and quite frankly
I'm ******.
I run in
and start waving my arms
around,
and scream,
"Get the **** out of here,
who let you in anyway?"
And the head pigeon drops the knife on accident,
and they all fly out of my living room
and into the sky,
all really blazed,
leaving me here,
mad,
with a bunch of stains on my carpet.

Blind sea gulls fly over the court yard
They smell the sodium sweat and hear the rumbling of the voices confusing them for the oceans whispers.
The people walked to and fro, from this task to that, under the sun packed into the court yard elbows to elbows waiting in line or walking through to some other destination. Never bothering to wonder about comfort.  A miracle in itself were the deaf pigeons who lived in the court yard among the ruckus. They paced on the side walk between feet and sometimes wheels, from whatever cart was being aimlessly pushed. But an even bigger feat were those who feed the pigeons daily, there for only that. Well the seagulls smelling the wretched sweat and hearing what sounded to be meaningless sloshing of water, the gulls went to land.  Upon landing they were quickly screamed at and kicked as they did their best to blindly dodge the humans feet. Finally they ran upon that area where the pigeons spend their time bobbing and weaving and they ran into the pigeons and the pigeons cooed and purred and huffed out of the way pecking seed and bread as it fell. They pigeons quietly muttered to themselves so much that the seagulls could fall close behind them reaching out and even feel their feathers from time to time with out upsetting them to much. The sea gulls tried talking to the pigeons but they never responded. Just went on cooing and purring and pecking at.... at what seemed to be food. The sea gulls soon learned the pigeons were sloppy eaters and they took to picking up the crumbs they left behind as they followed the pigeons through the court yard. The pigeons on the other hand were nervous. But they didn't think to much about the feeling. They were deaf, so what was there to think about when no one has ever communicated anything to you. Yeah the pigeons were kind of dim and they just continued on, as the sea gulls followed them, every few days asking for directions to the nearest beach. Never getting a response.