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On the Intelligence of Pigeons
At least the pigeons aren’t so stupid as to suit up and work for others
And they know more than scientists that evolution is about cooperation
Opposable thumbs allow us to make stuff, and that’s the first mistake
We equate making stuff with intelligence, and the pigeons ironically purr
Concurring amongst themselves as they eat our food and live in our cities
Neither burdened with jobs nor rent nor school nor families who enslave
With expectation and fear that they will be embarrassed or forgotten.
What a joke our limited paradigm is to them whose senses soar above ours
They are like gods touring not Eden but our shit-holes for amusement.
We are the retarded mutant species, addicted to petty creations and TV
We are the least spiritual of species, erecting gods who despise nature
The pigeons want us to stay so they can laugh their feathery asses off
Forever, just kickin’ back and bathin’ in the sweet stink of our chocolates.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
On the Intelligence of Pigeons
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3 comments:
not so sure about them there pigeons they only live for 5 years... not long enough to see the world...
but yea animals are waay smarter than most humans
But they're telepathic! And I've seen them spying on the Mayor, craning their mauve-green feathery necks to check out the latest kook book he was reading! They work for Homeland Security I say! Do you people hear me!]
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