poems by tom miller

stork

a stork comes uh runnin

with his lanky legs

and his oversized eggs

he’s a big round thing

with a corkscrew dick

and a tiny little head

you can pinch ‘till it’s dead

oh silly funny ostrich

they don’t hide their heads

that’s only a tale

told by the wives and

i ain’t lyin’

now wait just a minute

did i say ostrich?

no, i said stork

but ostrich is the bird

i was talkin’ about

don’t scream and shout

‘cause that crazy old gorilla

is pickin’ out the fleas

and do what you please

‘cause i ain’t here to warn ya’

nor am i here to scorn ya’

you flapping dirty crow

did i say crow? i meant…

stork-- ostrich

i don’t know

what the hell do i know

don’t know birds

i just know words

and words is what this is

about birds birds birds

and that’s all i have

to tell you now

go get a cow and

suck out the brain

you furry jack-o-lantern

i’ll see you on saturn

oh, but does my back burn

when i stay out in the sun

but the sun don’t shine

unless i’m drinking wine

like the wine i’m drinking now

 

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