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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