An instinct driven beast
That’s just bolder than the rest.
Persistent to say the least,
Seen to be a common pest.
Of pestilence, a bearer true
Yet immune to ruin and rot.
The filthiest things that ever flew,
A dinosaur time forgot.
Or perhaps it’s just that I can’t see
What it is they’ve got to give.
The things that they’re supposed to be,
How they color the places they live.
The companions that they once were,
Burdened with letters in flight.
Instant news-bearers of what might occur,
Set abreast in small hours of night.
They’ve somehow earned the care
of common and genius same.
So there must be something there,
Something good that they can claim.
But I’ll tell you how they got here
And the reason they’re not shy
Is because each one’s a robot ear
And acts as government spy.