Diddley Squat
Bird... you perplex me, even when i ask you not to.
The way you look at me is like medicine ,
You make it difficult for me to challenge myself .
My spirits are high, but your feathers are so low,
And your feathers are on Medicaid .
You squawk overwhelms my intimiate vacancies
Your love is like a chocolate traffic jam
I am Hercules and you are so gorgeous
Your beak is like my road
The road to the elderly in the best of times
I am vulnerable to your peck, so peck at me, you asshole .
Bird, I am tired of your games
All the time bird, who the hell do you think you are playing with?
I am your facility and I am a hot shower when you need it.
Fly away and let me sleep in your nest
I hate you bird
Let's celebrate Christmas together
Maple syrup