The Good, The Bad And The Ugly Poem by Pacific Hernandez

The bird of paradise to the vulture has said
“I wonder what you do to find yourself a mate.
You're the symbol of filth, rotting flesh you cherish,
your bare head, crooked beak embodies ugliness.
You do not feed your young with 'freshly processed milk’,
but do with foul substance that you regurgitate,
rotten, so obnoxious for a baby not fit.
On your legs you defecate, so ill-mannered you are,
hurling your foul vomit is so abhorable.”

And the Cuckoo agreed, “Yes it is true my friend
You're but the epitome of ugliness and filth
Nobody cares for you, nobody really does
I will not marry you if I'm your kind and size.”

To both the two hecklers, the vulture has replied,
“Well you have said it all, everything for my kind
But before you speak, you should first understand
That for anything we do there is logic behind
On our legs we defecate to kill the bacteria
That cling to our feet from the dining area
The juice just cools our feet when the weather is hot
Not only that, my friends, it's anticeptic wash
And the vomit I hurl, it serves a purpose well
A projectile we use, enemies to repel
You spoke so fast my friends, you did not ask before
who among all of us have the misdeeds the more.

“And you Mrs. Cuckoo, hear what here I will state
You are a lazy brat, own nest you do not make
Nor hatch your eggs, just find a mother surrogate
In the nest of others, there you just drop your egg
And then leave everything to your demonic ways
The surrogate mother seems not to realize
That one egg in her clutch is a stranger and fake
The egg you laid on the usurped, coveted nest
Of the other eggs therein, hatches way much ahead
Your chick having been born to harm and to destroy
Shoves up the rightful egg, off the nest jettisons
A sure untimely wreck when it touches the floor
And if the lawful eggs are the first ones to pip
The chicks will surely die when your evil chick emerges
Very fast it will grow, the right ones overtake
without pity mauls them all with a hooked beak
Bleeding bodies fall to earth, so sure and gory deaths
After the crime the hook fall from the nasty beak
Beak of your evil young who knows the art of death.”

Again the vulture braced, strongly depends his stand
“In this community, of sanitation we're in charge
Disposal of the dead is our daily job
What happens if carrions are to rot everywhere
Disease and death spreads, you won't be spared my friends
More than I, you're the ones guilty of felony
If I were you, I’ll scram, and lost you better be! ”

“And you, Beautiful Bird to Paradise back you go
To the forest where you belong, enjoy your fashion show! ”