King Pigeon -

I left the room to check my son’s age now you’ve transmogrified to black

plastic bags

Garbage in space

Unruly and linear like a trash meteor

A totem of filth just like a pigeon

Irregardless of your horse shit fluid form

I keep a moisturized penis clean my ear down to the bone

If you’re a wolf then I’m a bear if you’re a landfill then I’ll be your

excavator and I don’t care

Ain’t it just like you to be like them and leave me time and time again

ignoring all the ill advised wishes and death

To assume a new shape no unity volcano on your wedding day

The berserking internal savagery doesn’t every transformation chase end in a

tragedy

And yeah there’s truth in jest let’s use the black and purple comforter to lay

to rest

You’re a landfill, a pigeon, pelican, a fan of bird behavior in filth

I’m a suntanned cleaner man I’ll be your excavator

Don’t fucking care where you’re running to or from you have no purchase here

Metamorphosis into fish chum cleaner fish will keep the tank clear

Human race garbage in space