I buy a new birdseed mix
for the cheepers, it cost more
but I get rebates, tax cuts, credits,
and coupons. The jays squawk, look
at the feed, squawk and fly off
to the garbage can. Tweeters fly in
and out, there's not much they can do,
I'm the decider and I decided
this seed is produced by a guy
I know from across the pond and it's good
enough to protect profits, and anyway
I put it on a credit card.
I buy more of the new mix,
I don't know what it's got in it
but these tweeters are crapping more
on my truck now and I can hardly
go outside but they take a pass at me.
Hollywood should make a movie on this,
I wonder how it will turn out.
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Sense of the Flock
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