Poop on Them First

Poop on Them First

Some folks throw mud with a crooked grin,
Waiting and hoping your doubts creep in.
They gossip, sneer, and play their game,
Thinking they’ll leave you carrying blame.

So grab your smile, don’t waste your breath,
No need for drama, doom, or death.
Just send a budgie soaring high,
With perfect aim across the sky.

A tiny splat, a feathered cheer,
The funniest warning they’ll hear.
Before they try to dump on you,
The bird says, “Here’s my point of view!”

No angry words, no grand debate,
Just comic timing served on a plate.
A little laugh can win the day,
And wash their sour mood away.

If they keep flapping, loud and proud,
Trying to impress the noisy crowd,
Your feathered friend knows what to do,
A surprise delivery, fresh on cue.

Life is short, so laugh out loud,
Don’t let mean hearts make you bowed.
Leave revenge for birds above,
Their messy gifts arrive with love.

So if your enemies stand in line,
Thinking they’re clever all the time,
Remember this with a cheeky grin,
Sometimes the funniest side will win.