by Jerry Ratch
Yeah, okay, so
pigeons are the bums
of the bird world
So what are a flock
of crows working over
a wheat field while
the artist Vincent
is desperately trying to live
with his bleeding ear
or to sell at least
one painting during
his time on earth?
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They're egomanics saying, "Paint meeee! Paint meeeee!" *
Vincent Van Gogh is my favorite artist. Great poem!
A murder of crows always there to remind us.
Pidgees. *