Birds of Passage
Sleazy
And sweaty faces
Of all ages,
Of different races
Waiting in idle,
For the day to end!
From yesterday’s plight, some are still
Slumbering on a cold cement,
Unmindful, of the day’s event!
Others, are starting to fun
With a bottle of cheap wine,
Till they’re sloshed, from grass’ smoke!
Some had cracked up, of misery!
But, their increasing presence
Has caused apoplexy
Amongst the local gangs, disturbed!
For their native park is invaded,
By birds of passage!
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
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