Ode To a Pigeon!
Do you know you have a brain?
Do you know the worlds insane?
Fluff your feathers, peck the ground,
While I think thoughts, that are so profound.
Sixty million years or so, you’ve been strutting to and fro,
Knowing nothing of you past, except where the last crumb was cast!
I know so much about you, where you’re from, your type of poo!
I'm like a God who knows your fate; you’re destined for my dinner plate.
You so thoughtless on your way, I'm evolved and here to stay.
I have history; I have sight- your tiny bowels are stuffed with white.
I envy you your little brain, way to small to go insane!
Like all the millions of your kind,
You see nothing with your mind.
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