Silly Sunday Mornings
Feeling Whimsical
What I'd do to be a bird.
To be carefree and undisturbed..
Weightless, floating, flying around.
Up in the air or on the ground.
No pressure, no worries, just me and the open air.
I could shit on your head, and I wouldn't even care
You'd look up in my direction as I continue to fly south.
Begin to curse me off...
Bulls-eye!.
Right in your mouth.
Oh, Come on! We all know its good luck.
Don't look at me so horror struck!.
You'd do it too,
If your ammo were poo.
And this aerial view.
It's too good to be true!
But I'm not all that bad...look, here's a tip.
Next time I see you driving...
I'm gonna let one rip.
Ah, the life up here, it's never dull.
I eat, I poop, then go to the beach and kick it with my gulls.
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NikkiDeeFit | Nicole DeFelice Oliver
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