Ha! they're misunderstood little bastards; greying, balding; bleak. clumped together in miserable circles they nod, caw and they bleat. sympathy is passing as is their time in this eternal affair. their undue selfish ignorance is far too much to bear. stinking plumage; polluted and oil-slick. they warble and moan ‘til they're dizzy, raving and sick. changeable and disdainful a pride of roaring twits. they flit and bumble, cast downward eyes through ever-narrowing slits. Ha! clay or otherwise, these cracking fools need waking and asserting. that the world they splatter plenty white is waking to their hurting.