Vincent Tinto Poems
rats with wings
those pidgy things
the eagles fly
majestic wings touch the sky
diving down for squirrels to score
bats navigate with radar vision
who knows what nightly mission
most are birds of prey
bats are related to rats, so they say
birds of prey and bats make this decision
take out and destroy those useless pidgeons
How many friends do I have to make
To get this thing underway?
How many hands do I have to shake
to crowd this gathering day?
how many pounds of food will it take?
Will it all be up to ex-strangers who should've remained that way?
There is that man in legal named Frank
who frankly I could care less for
attorney at law, I hate when they pull rank