Bravest of the whole flock
the beggar king rules the steps
eyeing each one who settles
to enforce his fair share given
to his unruly feathered subjects
and ensure they live another day.
He struts the cement abutment
with that demanding red eye gaze
willing to fly into danger
and faces when sandwiches are lifted
to secure every morsel possible
thus keeping his subjects happily fat.
Woe to him who ignores
the demands of this tyrant bird
for there is in store
a fate worse than death itself
that of the aerial Bombardment
to protest a skinflints meager tithe...
...and marking him until laundry day.
Yes, this bird exists, where I get my main meal each day. He is a true brave and aggressive tyrant, which is why many of us now take that sack lunch to go somewhere else to consume it. Only to find another flock or kingdom, whose regal one is nearly a clone.
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