Bird poem

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 I’m the king of the street, 

I can move my feet

To the hustler's beat.

 I bring in the bread, 

Because I know how to tread. 

I live deep in the city,

 And take no pity.

 I will make a sh#*ty on your head!      

Bird poem | Ecency