Two pigeons
Sit together
Inches apart
On a long and deserted telephone wire
I stand outside of my work
Avoiding my responsibilities
And watch them
They shit on the passing Tesla's
That slowly pull into my works parking-lot
And I swear that they are laughing to each other
The rich and white women
Get pissed that their expensive white cars
Now have fresh pigeon shit
Painted on them
And I can't help but think
That someday
That could be you and me
My love
A smile spreads across my face
And I take a big breath
Before heading back into a thankless, meaningless, boring job
What I wouldn’t give
To be one of those pigeons right now
Free to shit on people
And
Free to fly away
With someone I love.
-C.H.
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