The pigeons have become bold
They step right in the house
Demanding to be fed
Their guttural gut gut
A malfunctioning machine
So I throw them bread sometimes
Or corn
Or jelly beans
Or mints
Or crackle pop
Or tiny piece of bubble gum
Or tic tacs (orange flavour)
Or KFC
They sit on the couch with me
And we watch The Sopranos on tv
But they always fly to my neighbor's window
When they need to poop or pee
The pigeons have adopted me
In your absence
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