The Birds

What release
From judgement
Back into the flock
Another mangey Pigeon
Pecking at the crumbs
From the bums
Of George Square
Anonymous
As anonymous as no-one

No, the birds don’t care
What the birds have done
That this one’s here
Or that one’s gone
We all do things
That we wish we hadn’t done
Thank you for accepting me
Despite what I have done

Is that what we want
To be with
Others who know
Who understand
Who we are
What we’ve done
I say fine
What about it
You’ve done time
Oh the time’s been done
We all do things
That we wish we hadn’t done

No, the birds don’t care
What the birds have done
Thank you for accepting me
Despite what I have done
Thank you for accepting me
Despite what I’ve become