by Jerry Ratch
And there on the street
Were a bunch of frantic pigeons
Picking over some discarded
Chicken bones
I mean they were really
Going to town on them
You know, frantic
Like there was no tomorrow
And then I saw it
A real sign of progress
The Bernie Sanders look-alike at an intersection
Bent over writing in a notebook
With, you got it, a pencil or a pen
While a group of children
Stood looking on
In total amazement
I mean, think of it,
A pencil, or a pen
Sheesh! Maybe
Those pigeons got it right
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This made me feel good--even at my initial misread thinking you wrote "we're a bunch of frantic pigeons." ***
Add the word bacon.
Enjoyed this, Jerry.