Some, like Don Fanucci, want
to wet their beaks.
They peck at us,
expecting cash, and
quack and chirp until we pay.
Sometimes, their beaks let out
a song to charm our ears,
to make us all agree
to what they’d have us do,
so beaks can get at all the worms.
But worms don’t want beaks
snatching them, and
birdsong
may be pretty, but it
often isn’t honest tunes.
If we all had the strength
to stand together,
we’d scare away
those cheating tweets
and have a musical rest.
Infinite Ocean 