For The Birds Poem by poem whore

For The Birds



I fly around without ever touching the ground
the sky is blue with poisin comin down
there is a secret up thair all around
aluminum helping to stop the count down
planes go round N round
as
exhaust is controlling the weather
the
rain dancing to the ground
combating mother nature
never works out

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