Published: 16 Apr 2017 › Updated: 16 Apr 2017
Bird poem
I’m the king of the street,
I can move my feet
To the hustler's beat.
I bring in the bread,
Because I know how to tread.
I live deep in the city,
And take no pity.
I will make a sh#*ty on your head!
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