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Chunky and you annoy me,

but with little on your mind,

you flutter about 

and make me envious.  

Birds are beautiful,

they probably think

that we’re idiots. 

Fly away stupid bird,

I’m angry and upset.

I’m hurt and depressed. 

You have a small brain

and of that I’m envious. 

You seem so carefree,

won’t you take my cares away 

from me?

You bastard. 

Grief is like a bird, 

I want to blow its brains out 

with a shotgun.