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PIGEONS UP TO SOMETHING
Pigeons fuck. Pigeons fuck.
Up above the pigeons fuck.
Wings a’ flappin’
Twigs a’ breakin’
There’s no mistakin’
A couple of pigeons are getting down and
No moans of pleasure
Or squacks of satisfaction
Just two birds passing on genes
For another generation
Why do these pigeons have to
Up above me, in the trees
They get it on and spread disease!
No! These are pigeons down to fuck!
These pigeons… Now I see…
Have been eating fruit from this tree...
Now finished, they fly away...
I guess they’ll fuck some other day...
I've stuffed my feelings in a bottle
And thrown them out to sea
Cast away from everyone
Most especially me
My feelings gone I try and stay strong
But more bubble up from below
So I stuff them in and fling’em again
And hope they're a sight I see no more
The tide begins to rise
And there to my surprise
I find my bottle from before
Still filled with all the festering feelings
I tried to sink below
So I fling the bottle out to sea again
And this time a little further
Taking sight of a dark horizon
As storm clouds begin to gather
A case of bottled up fear
The more I toss
The more appear
Burnt, exhausted, sand in my socks
On a beach littered with anxiety
Unthunk thoughts tumbling through the surf
As I suffer the ebb and flow of misery
Out of sorts
Out of mind
Out of desperation I scream!
Living nightmare’s dream
In the riptide of the past
Overwhelmed, under water
I let go and fight no longer
As the waves of emotion
Take me out to see
That what I feared
Was not so
That what I knew
I did not know
That what will come
Joy or sorrow
Is what life was
And will be tomorrow
Now adrift in this vast ocean
Awash in life’s great mystery
No more bottles left to throw
Sink or swim, I
Be aware of what you feed your brain
Have yourself a bit of joy and a bit of pain
For to feast too much on one or the other
Will surely bust the belly of the brain asunder
Positive crispies are a tasty treat
Deliciously addictive, yet nutritiously incomplete
Have all you can devour and you will have emotional gout
Leaving you empty, hangry and nauseous with doubt
Negative morsels are needed for a strong reality
They provide kernels of truth in the right variety
But too many of these salty snacks will make you sick
Causing an unbearable disease known as “bein’aprick”
So feed the brain a balanced meal with lots and lots
Of knowledge nuggets and tater thoughts
Filled with equal parts bitter and equal parts sweet
And you’ll have a brain never starved but always ready to eat
Here’s to you and here’s to me
To the future, may it be blissful and bright
To the past moments of triumph and delight
To the present, let us be merry and more than alright
Here’s to a good night and a better tomorrow
To overcoming grief and all of our sorrow
To making the best of what lies ahead
To being grateful for every day before we’re dead
Here’s to good people the world over
To those among us whether drunk or sober
To our imperfect friends and most perfect strangers
To the brave souls who face our greatest dangers
Here’s to you and here’s to me!
To every ilk from every country!
Cheers to all!
Now let’s drink up already...
They are not your sister
Not your brother
They are another creed entirely
And whatever it is
That they believe in
Is whatever it is
That is what is
Wrong with society
Are a challenge to your status quo
Are everything you do not know
See the world in a different light
You must avoid or prepare to fight!
That’s what I heard about
The Other anyways
Who knew more about them than me
And of course I’ve heard all about them
And all that they believe in
From blogs and books and talking heads on T.V.
I’ve even seen
The Other with my own eyes
But one to one I’ve never known any
Can you imagine what would happen if you did!?
Shake their hands?
Meet their kids?
Complete and utter catastrophe!
Nope! Not worth it! Don’t do it!
Don’t be brave...
You don’t have to prove it.
Taking that kind of chance is far too risky!
You could be tormented
By completely new ideas
Or obscenely new perspectives
Of culture and identity
They could challenge you
And what you thought you knew
They could change the makeup of your mind
And worst of all afterall
You could end up
Like The Other kind!
Of the Other
They are not your sister
Not your brother
They have nothing in common
With you and me
Not one thing whatsoever
Other than we might share the same fear
Of other people taking away who we are
Our way of life
But other than that…
Any encounter with them could be deadly!
So you best beware, be scared of them
The danger is tremendous
You can count on this
Don’t be a fool
N ow let me tell you what
When you’re feeling low
You can get by
And get a little high
With a simple stride
Down a sunny, tree lined street
You’ll feel an uplift in your soul
On a wonderful stroll
If you take in your surroundings
And notice the great many perfections
In this imperfect world that we’re living in
Gnarly roots from the gnarliest trees
Individual homes showing outward
The roar of the city
Heard faintly in the background
As squirrels and sparrows
Spar and crow and squirrel away
And here is where you’ll realize
Before you trip on the sidewalk
Or step in dog shit
Unprepared for the other side of reality
As bliss ends prematurely
On reentry into the fray
That life is worth living
Surviving and enduring
Because sometimes life is better than okay