"When the wind blows, even turkeys are flying!"
-Quote from Croatia, taught to me by
Flying Turkeys
They talk
Squawking like a bunch of hawks
Obnoxious cocks
With rocks for brains
These strange birds
That aim
To rule the roost
And boost
The shit
From the back of the caboose
Bunch of jive turks
Standing in the middle of
circle jerk square
Skeeted on by a pair
Of fools without a pair
Staring at the glare
Of their wallets
They call it skill
Flapping their jaws
like wings
To make it seem
Like they're flyin
Trying to convince the wise
They ain't lying
But we ain't buyin
The bull shit
So bear in mind
When you climb
up on your pulpit
That divine winds die
And kamikaze skies
Won't disguise
The lies you've been telling
So keep selling
That shit to your sheep
But sleep lightly
Cuz there's true hawks
In the air
And the winds...
are changing
What's up Steemians? This is the first spoken word piece I've written in a while. It's where my passion lies, but I often lack the proper inspiration for long periods of time. Then, for whatever reason, something clicks during a mundane interaction or event. This piece was inspired by reading an article here on steemit giving crypto advice. My poem isn't so much about that article, but the quote referenced therein inspired me to write about some things I see going on here. The photo was taken by me at a friend's farm. The turkey pictured is an asshole. Kind of reminds me of some people here on Steemit. Anyway, thanks for reading. Please let me know your thoughts below.
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