![]() | The East Village Gabe Gudding LAZY PIGS O birds, fly about with body weatherproof Zip through a tree like a motorized poof Be a small impresario of a leaf And burble like you've never known grief Unless you are a crow in which case you will gurgle As if every crow-moment were a monumental hurdle Yes a crow is like a monosyllabic singer of blues Everything is basically what the crow rues O birds, whether you are big and fly like a bag of millet Or are small and whang like a bullet Please know that we look on you enviously And most of us would love to fly about like you so vigorously Which is frankly why a lot of us will drive around in cars as if we had no legs And are perfectly happy to drive rather than walk a 100 yards just to pick up 12 or 18 eggs Yes, birds, be happy that you are not us Who are lazy and to whom the opposite of driving is not walking it is taking a bus And that is why I think you give us pleasure, yup, Being such cocained industrialists of the direction up Gabe Gudding Index |