Imani Coppola

A trip today,
about seventeen times.
i was walking down the street,
saying keep in line, keep in line
i wandered for about 17 feet.
found my destination,
it was right across the street.
the park was nice,
the bums were chilling.
i dime for advice,
that was you.
i was willing,
to hear a chill bum having something to say.
besides, here's a cup,
give me money while i lay.
perched up in a tree,
spread your wings,
and then chose me.
you see.
'cos i was feeling fine.
pigeon penelope,
eventually you will leave me alone.
it's just a matter of time.
eyed the bird,
then my friend appeared.
he said:
imani how you feeling? 'cos you acting kinda weird.
mind went blank,
i couldn't explain.
came up with something fast,
to prove that i was sane.
it's that thing above me, not you sir, don't worry.
a bit disturbed,
left in a hurry.
hand shake,
kiss on the cheek.
you need some time, i'll see you in a week.
perched up in a tree,
spread your wings,
and then chose me.
you see,
that i was feeling fine.
pigeon penelope,
eventually you will leave me alone.
it's just a matter of time.
down came your little package.
knocked me right off my feet.
if i could i swear i'd kill you.
sugar cube's sure taste sweet,
with a pigeon.
perched up in a tree,
spread your wings,
and then chose me.
you see,
that i was feeling fine.
pigeon penelope,
eventually you will leave me alone.
it's just a matter of time.