BLACKBIRD

by Burt   Jun 29, 2015


How can one possess the sky
when parliament runs endless on
The Blackbird in curule branches sit
and ruckus in a tree

Then out for recess they burst in sky
Round Robin in the air
Then 40 zillion Blackbirds came to sit
like jurists in the chair

Then gavels banging all the while
came stalemate endless on
and nonsense came of all of it
and this they do all day.

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