today's prompt and a poem by Roque Salas Rivera.
what if birds are the equivalent of someone
who can't stop scatting? zipadee bop do bop.
zimataratamatazz-bee-doo. would we still
be taken to a place of peace and reverie?
bim-ba?
or would we ostracize the birds? whisper
about them at work functions? watch out
for benny over there, they just keep-
hum-hummita-ha-ha-hoo-
cornering me and asking if i like the
ba-ba-da and how it resolves.
i think we both know the answer, friend.
those birds, maybe wearing a smart fedora,
wouldn't be welcome around here.
no-nah-noparooa-yah-da-yah-da-da-doh
not anymore.
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