Bar Stool Pigeons

Bar Stool Pigeons do not fly
They only get the runs
They’ll pace and squawk
Peck morning meal
Take cover from the sun

Bar Stool Pigeons flock together
Fight over biscuit crumbs
You seldom see one out alone
If so, that one is done

Their heads swivel ’round; bob up & down
Some turn on their sisters & brothers
Because once Bar Stool Pigeons lose their will
They spend life cursing the flight of others

They’ll look toward the sky (with envious eyes)
Then dismiss what they see as insane
Humans can’t understand what they say
And attribute this fact to bird brains

 

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