Two Magpies Dead

This night screams for mercy,

as you tell yourself a tale.

Keeping your own company,

is the man who never learnt good.

The brains of a rocking horse,

you swallow the day’s end.

The trash can gas infected blue,

forever stinks you.

Come the dawn chorus,

you’ll hide from the sun again.

Stoning two magpies dead,

if they ever bothered to show.