I think you hate me, but the hummingbirds keep coming.
I think you’re mad at me,
But the bald eagles keep flying
I think I’m wrong
But the crows keep murdering.
And so?
You say, softly singsong whispering.
I don’t understand
And then you are close
Hanging in the air on winged sandals and
Bitch I upgraded to winged combat boots
Of course you did
Punk Rock Prince-ess.
And so?
You say.
I have an egg in my pocket.
Yes you do.
And so?
And so I ate the eggie.
I like eggies.
Now you’re stuck because you want me to stop avoiding the question
But you still think I’m cute
Weirdo
You say
Among horsemen and generals, kings and tyrants, emperors and secret councils
They have let thousands of children die
Hundreds of thousands
Why do you have a bandage wrapped around your arm
When they sit comfortably, sleep soundly, on the bodies
Of the dead children
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