the pigeons had it right
they rooted like bored comedians on the phone lines
they shit on everything
the pigeons knew what love was
they had it all and gave it all up
they slept in the eaves of old buildings
they had their flight patterns and their whoring too
the pigeons had a few good nights
and a raft of bad mornings
the pigeons made up their dreams out of wind and a piece of sky
they had it easy
they had it made
they cooed like halfwits screwing in fetid air wells
but it wasn’t enough
and the pigeons knew it
it’d never be enough
so they gave up
without even a hat
and flew away
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