14 July 2012
(A collaboration btwn ckahn and VikingHorn)
That bluejay sure has something to say. Squawkity squawk at me all day.
As I putter in my yard, I try very hard, To decipher if he's angry or gay.
He's incessant no doubt in trying to get his message out, but what could it be?
He flitters and flutters, rages, and sputters. I think he's talking to me.
This bluejay's so emboldened, I do believe I'm being scolded for crimes that clearly offend.
I'm messing in his habitat. Maybe he hates my hat. Clearly, my ear he's determined to bend.
He's scolding to high heaven perhaps calling his brethren. Why won't he let me be?
And yet.... perhaps his message is prescient, from the future sent, To warn of dire things.
Of dying bees, and dying trees and the devastation our kind brings.
I decide it's best to attend to his squawking fest, But soon a curious thing begins to occur.
His nonsense sounds, transform to verbs and nouns. Why yes! He's speaking now in words!
"Hey you hairless monkey brat! Go back to the jungles you crawled from. Take your poison pavements that roll the earth flat and shove it up your tailless bum!
Choke on your fumes that darken the sky and sour the rain with their sulphur! You keep heating the world, like you're baking a pie, then bitch when the weather turns vulgar.
You rape and take whatever you see so much faster than it returns, pretending that sating such childish greed won't end with us all getting burned.
You better wake up, and quickly, too. Pull your heads out of your asses! Because once its too late there will be nothing to do but stew in your own noxious gasses!"
The Bluejay's Lecture • Opuss № I