Old Birds: An Easter Speech Poem by Vince Rogers

Watchers of the Old Democratic Kingfisher observe that this species fears leaving the nest the most

Because even when they’re well past the age of fledgling, they still suffer from fear of flying

They prefer instead to remain nestled ever so gently under the wings of the Old Southern Jim Crow

Even when given the chance to fly high, they refuse to soar above the stained glass ceiling

Nowadays, they will even put their hopes of survival in the comforting call of the tough Old First Lady Bird

They long to admire her rarified talent for reflecting the lustrous glow of her mate’s Bill

The most liberal of her devotees are mesmerized by her ability to mimic the call of the male of the species

While female watchers have inured themselves to her peculiar brand of gravitas and admire her fine lady feathers

Yet this season, most have surprisingly become more interested in observing the habits of an even rarer bird still

They are to be commended for beating the bushes in search of new birds with new calls and colors

The Kenyan Black Slate Candidate has caught the eye of even the most super delegated observer

Appealing to those who seek an alternative to the old Washingtonian fowls who’ve dominated the last twenty years

They embrace this new species whose talents include Wrighting wrongs and putting past transgressions Ferraro in the past

Some believe these new devotees are really only interested in bringing about the extinction of the American White Man’s Burden

An old species not spoken of in years that exists mostly in the ink of long since amended government white papers

Yet because of their support, conventional wisdom says the chances of survival are a now a mile high for the Old First Lady Bird

So she now conspires with the Ancient Arizona Mc-Cain to slay her brother, even though she knows he’s most certainly Able

The Old Average Whitemen have also flocked together to hold back the evolution of the species for yet another cycle

They wish to see more hawkishness in the two new rare breeds, they believe both the blackbird and the ladybird to be too much like doves

So they opt for the comforting songs of the Ancient Arizona Mc-Cain, rather than change the woeful state of this union