For the Sake of Birds

Why are only birds blessed with wings, Those itchy, twitchy, mindless things, While humans are stuck on the ground And in machines to fly around? Perhaps there is a reason for Our legs (NOT wings) being so sore... Perhaps there is a reason why We can not freely roam the sky... Maybe it's 'cause we drink so much! Drunken drivers are bad enough. We'd fly in constant fear and fright Of drunkards hitting us mid-flight! With this, I worry of the most An inconvenience vile and gross. Imagine if we lived if fright Of vomit rain on weekend nights! Maybe it is our flatulence. So near the ozone, there's a chance The fast food gases we secrete Cause global warming to increase! Maybe it's 'cause we fear great heights, Or 'cause we'd tangle strings of kites! Maybe wings would be cumbersome And block the usage of our arms! Or... Maybe it's for the sake of birds... Mankind with wings does seem absurd. For even birds need their own space, And everything must have its place.