Two little birds
Each perched in a dead tipped over tree
A tornado sucked them down
And both lay dead on their side you see
Both birds singing
But sing a different song
One sings to the other
But the other turns away
Away from the tree he sings to the vast
While the other bird sit and does what he's done in the past
Rows and rows of barbie jeeps
All pink and lined up times two deep more
Except for a few
Dipped in primer
For a dark and smokey view
An oddity dipped in revulsion
A feeling I wished no more
Travel farther down the road
Another pink jeep to add to the score
