they are human mockingbirds instead of songs, they mimic words nothing pretty, nothing nice nothing new the same old vice always males who want attention spouting nastiness I cannot mention they yell and scream they cry and shout when things go south they sulk and pout let’s make a rule that changes things and tell the pols they all must sing no talk like feathered songsters on my walks tio stib
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