Sit, stay, stand all day,
it's quite a bore.
I'm like a dog obeying its master,
Flying further from my boss I try,
but I'm like an ostrich running from a cheetah.

Sometimes she sways somewhere else,
that's when I can breathe.
I head to the park and feed pigeons,
green, black, white and fat necks,
small orange claws like a dinosaur,
how cute you are even though you smell
Like a 15 year old toothbrush.

I blink and 10 of them appear,
they start attacking one another,
God, what have I created?
One of them hops on my shoe,
"Ever Indulged in evening dances, human?"

I scream and run away,
never feeding pigeons again.