The Man With a Bird's Nest On His Head
I do not need a twitter
or any of your tweets.
Your fancy social networks
are souly for the geeks.
Fore you see,
I have a bird's nest on my head
and I go a tweeting every single day.
When I walk, the birds are tweeting.
When I sleep, the birds are tweeting.
They are pecking at my face.
It's all worth it in the end;
to be the man with bird nests on his head,
being told to go away.
...But I wouldn't have it any other way
because without me, they'd be dead.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2011
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