A Cynical Attitude Toward Roadrunners
Out here in the wasteland
It's hard to survive
Birds on the run
No one to high-five
Gathering and hunting
Squirrels and seeds
Acme delivers
And coyotes bleed
Scurrying and fleeing
Government men
Faceless, robotic
It's hard to stay Zen
Female companionship
Comes on four legs
While I 'come' on two
Machine-chamfered eggs
Oh, I want to go home!
It's no fun out here
Sun-burned and parched
Craving pizza and beer.
I can't hail a taxi
I can't rein a horse
Conspiracies reign.
I'm barking, of course.
Contributors: | Chevalier, F, Helen Owly, will h, Karin, Kansas Sam, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 21st April 2006 by F. |