They say you can kill TWO birds with ONE stone…
Yeah… Well I’ve been assassinating shithawks all day and not once have I had a double homicide with one throw!
And as I look around; at the wasted feathered cadavers splattered on the pavement, I think to myself… Why the fuck am I taking birds out?
They’re not here to murder anybody. Except for maybe a worm…
And the worst they do is shit on you.
But yeah… That really sucks too.
Maybe they do deserve it…
Maybe that does warrant an untimely death by way of cast stone to the brain in mid flight.
But first let’s let them get some height.
Watch in awe at the majestic sight.
Of a bird who doesn’t know, That it is about to meet…
A concrete grave below.
Because WE, we are out to get them.
And I, I am out to get them.
Here to cast our stones, Lessen their time on earth.
Let them take flight for a moment or two.
Bye bye birdie.
It’s been a slice.
You really look like you could have been nice
But I am told that you must pay this price
And with this rock, I will roll my dice!
So down you come my feathered friend.
For this is your untimely end.
And hopefully you’re not the only one…
That will die with this ONE ambitious stone.
That was artfully thrown.
At you and your clone.
Each stone, with the hope of something more.
With a goal I can’t ignore.
Just give me TWO birds with ONE stone
And let me revel in the glory of this idiom thrown.