I hate the geese!
The birds who
honk, honk
don’t deserve
to be called
birds at all.
They crap
without modesty
or a sense
of direction.
They are arrogant,
long-necked,
awkward standing,
weird looking
birds.
I acknowledge
their existence,
and I realize
that we must coexist.
Still,
they can honk, honk
to hell.
I’m just trying
to run here.
I share the sidewalk
with your feathery asses.
Give me an inch
and stop hissing
at me.
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