clem; rooster-type

its three in the morning and my rooster is crowing

its pitch black outside and this goddamn rooster is crowing

hes not crowing

hes screaming

saying fuck you chris mandia

im seriously considering throwing on some shoes

and strangling his ass

is that wrong?

because its three in the morning and my rooster is crowing

huh?

the sun is NOWHERE to be seen

NOWHERE

but this sonofabitch is screaming his lungs out

and he's only a banny

a midget chicken

with one hell of a shrill voice

it reminds of some hard-jawed militant feminist

calling for my castration

but he seems to have stopped

wait

wait

wait

yup.

there he goes...