Jake Pickford

I wonder of the bigger things

Like why the robin sweetly sings

Every morning chorus lead

To get me out my lovely bed

I open windows just to hear,

Locate the robin far or near

Then grab a rock or maybe bottle

And give its beak a fucking throttle

I don’t want to hear your tune

So shut up feathery buffoon,

Let me sleep so deep and long

And shut up with your stupid song.