My fingers
concern me
They don't
act like
they used too
Turning
Posing stances
The middle finger
Danced it's dances
With in reason
One thumbs up
In mouth teethin
Flicking top front two
(another screw you)
One simple flick to do
That signature F.U.
I can no longer pursue
Such signature moves
Those young fingers
no longer groove
The double F.U.
Two men standing
On their own rocks
Arms crossed
Made out of fist
and fingers
Those birdies are dead
These birdies are dead
These birdies are'nt dead?
I tried to brainwash my head
Instead
The birdies
They stood
They crawled
(ironic I know)
They fell
They stood again
They earned a few fights
They deserved a few flights
Them as well as I
Good birdies
They earned their wings
This is now
That was then
When
We walked around our world
confined to lacivious curfews
and one, maybe two cities
if you had wings,
Wings enough to tread
Spread over seeing
your own turf,
If not
you came close
to crossing cities
North
East
South
West
Two bishops
crossing paths
The pawn
trying to upset the queen
by threatening the castle
With calvary galloping forward
then side, side-stepping danger
Scowering, towering
Empowering, deflowering,
"Off with her head
Thy majesty!"
One birdie shouts -
The other knows better
He hides behind his rock
His owner behind a chain
linked to a fence
Only the lock
is on the otherside
of suspense