For the birds
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For all you birds atop the wires,
Feeling as though you've mounted spires,
Gawking and squawking at us below,
Attempting to reap what we could sow,
Yes we labor for your stupidity,
Suffering for both you and me,
But remember this my ignorant friends,
As we all reach our sticky ends.
As we proceed to the next life,
Having all suffered our own strife,
We are the ones with the legacy,
Because we worked for it you see,
Baptized by fire, blazing at night,
While you chose a carefree flight,
For the birds who pluck and prune their feathers,
Caring little about the wellness of others,
We will both get rewarded one day,
And while you will work, we will play.