Bumbling.

I was a hungry little bird
Wading my way
And flipping everyone the third
But I suppose it was all a waste
Like every word
He refused to say.
And what’s worse
Was the weight of the corpse
He left to wade
(That’s me of course)
So I guess I should’ve obeyed.
But force is force
And this shit sure has weighed
On this bumbling source
Of serious dismay.

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