They say:

That birds of a feather flock together…

But what about the words of old birds;

do they profligate or just migrate

gathering up momentum spinning

out of control only to circle and land

in huge drops of refuse spotting

the cement of callous empty halls

where honesty and truth

get covered in black and white

corporate suits of greedy desire

and green worms are all that matters?

They should become jailbirds…

because only ill birds foul their

own nest.

They certainly shouldn’t be free

as a bird…

if only I had a couple hundred stones!


4 thoughts on “Birdshit

  1. This is one of the more interesting titles I have come across on WordPress. This poem a great description of politicians and their politics. 🙂

Comments are closed.