Crow Mood

I get so tired sometimes.
I take off my shirt.
I take off my shorts.
I crawl into bed.
It’s 3 P.M.
This is insane.
I hear the crows
outside my window
cursing existence,
having fun,
cursing existence,
having fun
cursing existence.

I can relate to the goddamn crows.

This is my commentary like theirs.

Somebody fucked with my feathers.

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