Artist and Poet Boyfriend Get Together To Make a Strange Poem

Outside my window every morning, a bird chirps.

"What does the bird say?" you may ask. Well, it chirps, incessantly.

No substance, nothing of worth, only

to speak that it is awake.

Much like women shopping

in malls, desperately

searching for the one

thing that will at last show, to the world,

their worth.

Except the bird stops by noon, because it is

hungry, and then gets food,

very scared as it does.

THE END

signed

Anonymous