you carry
a loaf
of bread
around with you
to feed
the pigeons
wherever
you go.
they eat it up
like puffs
of flattery.
it makes
you happy
to make them
happy, whatever
bird happiness
is, or isn't.
it's not
your job
to know. you
are just
the feeder
of pigeons.
no more, no
less.
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