feralism

Coo-coo-ka-choo bitches I'm a fucking pigeon
my red feet are nobbled twiglets made of lesion after lesion
and the world I see is nodding like a parcel-shelf dogs vison

I spend my morning on your windowsill
like a seed-powered shit-producing mill
waking you from your hazy slumbers with
my ugly little bill
calling coo-coo-ka-choo as you lean out for the kill

My wings flap in your ugly little man-cub face
and musty crusty feathers shove you firmly in your place
as you taste the curdled dust in my wake.

You think you are a tough guy but it seems thats no reality
cos you look for me round corners as you persue your criminality
and as my freaky little purrings haunt your days with birdy malace
now you even put green netting on the balconies of your palace

You can't escape me fool
I'm a motherfucking bird
You are acting like a tool
because you fear is just absurd

So wake up, pull yourself together
and fight my grey wings with some balls
or I will ruin your life forever
with my rolling grainy calls
thats all.