by Emmit Other
Surely there must be some explanation
I ask myself
Of the sandy bird
In the Mountain fields
Why must we beat it with sticks
Why is it nocturnal
And how did a flightless bird
Get here from the beach
If it can fly
Why wouldn't it just fly away
When we try to gang up on it?
Poor thing
It must have terrible vision
So if I am so empathetic
Why do I join my fellow scouts
Beating sticks in the middle of the night
With my fellow rubes?
Because I am human
All evidience otherwise to the contrary.
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