Fist Fucking A Parakeet

I know why this caged bird howls
  It sees what I do to guineafowls
Lately I can’t be discreet
    Imma fist fuck this here parakeet

A strange way to get my mortal thrills
     Inserting my cock into whippoorwills
But the love I feel is extra sweet
      When I’m fist fucking a parakeet

The cardinal and the cockatoo
      Will tell you what this boy can do
The flying hordes wait for a treat
       As I fist fuck this here parakeet

Some days it’s seems I’m overcome
      With a running list of the birds I’ve done
All the dirty thoughts I can’t delete
        Won’t impede my fist in a parakeet

Feathers ruffled In pure ecstasy
   Penetrating the curl-crested aracari
But all other birds take a backseat
    To my fist inside a parakeet

The albatross around my neck
    Put to better use on the lower deck
And even still cannot compete
    With my fist up in a parakeet

The eagle and the mocking jay
     Provide comfort on a Saturday
But if you look over the week’s time sheet
     It’s largely spent with parakeets

I refuse to kneel and apologize
    For staring in the raven’s eyes
I moan with joy as my lover tweets
    Wrist deep inside a parakeet

The bridled titmouse and the quail
    The canary and the nightingale
Every pigeon on the street
      Knows what I do to parakeets

The sparrow flies, the owl it sees
      The dove it cries among the trees
Lovebirds in the summer heat
       Fist fucking a parakeet