Heavenly Birds
I suppose life - iz hard.
I suppose we live.
While the birds skuffle for bread.
We live like birds in the sky - our creation of regime.
Living, flying, walking.
While we oomph to the next level.
However, the journey is fashionable and road-worthy
EX-cUShion, hacking a computer called by life.
Mr Bird fly me to Florida
I do not want to take a cab.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
