Murder Of Crows
I got bamboozled by my tee vee
I got cornered by calligraphy
I got stuck in the corner of the five and dime
Can't read the clocks but I'm doing my time
I'm searching the ether for a reasonable rhyme
But you
Got saturated by the satellites
Got knocked over by an endless night
Got put in the museum with the mummies and kings
Strung up and strung out and can't cut the strings
Wandering and wondering on wistful wings
It's true
A murder of crows came for me
A covey of quail I could hear but not see
I got mauled I got mangled and misapplied
Manhandled by misanthropes who never lied
About their last days and the ways they died
I'll sue
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