Sentimental crap

Pretend you’re an owl
Gliding in the starry sky
Hunting for little mice
As you hoot your battle cry
Eyes fixated on a target
You prostrate your deadly claws
Like a jouster on his wings
You strike! It has no flaws
Triumphant, you return
And close your eyes to morning grey
Stuck inside your pointy beak
The remains of tasty prey

Isn’t it better to be a human
And avoid that sentimental crap?
That’s what I was supposed to say
But I fell into my own trap
The stunning image of the owl
Now so vivid in my head
I thought I was writing the poem
But it wrote me instead

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Shut up

I cannot take your bullshit anymore
That’s not what free speech was invented for
To spread around faeces epidemic

Infecting innocents with diarrhea
Just move your crapper out of here
Before your dung becomes pandemic

Go see a doctor, I don’t care
You are in need of medication
To save this world from defecation
And clear your throat from endless poop

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