Turns out these birds can be pretty clever.

Call someone a bird brain? Yeah, whatever.

They follow the seed with a cunning eye

And are loathe to let anything slip them by.

Add to that their ability for flight

And I’d say this crew has gotten it right.

It’s like being killed after armistice…

These poor victims who simply just missed this.

It’s not that it’s any less bad for those

Who died early on, no oxygen hose.

Or anyone we lost along the way…

But with the end so near, a bitter day.

Just when you thought the world was coming back
And the problems we’ve faced are going slack
Then BAM! whadya know, another is here!
Tourists dressing as dicks and drinking beer…
I swear the Dutch are just so frickin’ weird
Of all they let happen, THIS one they feared?!

Despite attempts to discredit their work

By a petulant Pres, being a jerk,

The FBI just scored a massive win

Hunting down bad guys and luring them in

To a messaging platform, thought secure

And now they’re all off to prison for sure.

Well you know the place is kind of a mess

And how it survives is anyone’s guess.

But dang if they don’t deliver the goods

With freakshows emerging from the woods

And providing the world a steady stream

Of rich entertainment in a sunbeam.

This dude Manchin is old school as can be

A bare-knuckled pol who keeps his mind free.

Like it or not from the left perspective

This type of move is a core directive.

If we hope to see our great nation thrive

Breaking party lines is part of the drive.

Sure it was nice for the teacher to do.
A true act of kindness… or maybe two.
But this is not a tale of poverty’s shame.
Or of wokely finding something to blame.
No, this young man put himself in that fix
Instead of shoes he was wearing fancy kicks…

Mike sure knows that he walks a tightrope line

To be honest and yet not give a sign

To the Trumpy base that he’s still in shock

The Commander in Chief could be such a

Unreliable leader for us all

Right down to inciting the Capitol brawl.

If you happen to have gone through this mess

You already know that there’s little finesse

To this terrible process that steals the soul

Of bright young kids who were on a roll.

It seems to me it’s already random!

Did someone miss that memorandum?

I wonder if the intention was good
Or if it’s simply a business that would
Prey on our fears and fan the flame
Of our cultural habit to lay blame
And point our fingers at other places
Than look in the mirror at our faces.