I awoke to two drunks singing
My peace stinging like lost bees sipping honey
I was gonna vent
But alas I had no bucket of shit to fling
As distance intervened by sleepy syringe
Being emptied of any fuss
I dreamt heavy
So unable to navigate with a bus
Dren is a bird of that he knows and that is all.
He has no wings and his beak is useless and small.
What makes him a bird is his willingness to fly,
He dreams only this before it’s his turn to die.
As he looks to the heavens he sees robotic flight,
He reads up on his finding for endless days and a night.
Dren takes a test and now a pilot he can be sure,
This is a remedy to his miserable life of before.
As the plane goes up he remembers he’s a bird and sings
Then he opens his hatch and shits on my belongings.