Nocturne
by Thomas Lipschultz 11/7/01

I'm a pidgeon skilled in heraldry
you stupid little dork,
I'm her grand and royal majesty
you stupid, stupid dork,
and I'm really very glad
that I wasn't born a stork,
'cause there's lots of fattish babies,
moms who ate butt-tons of pork,
and my shoulders aren't too strong,
and my neck is way too short,
and the saints are always calling
from the trees, from the trees.
What a bunch of hosers,
every last one of them.
I mean, really.