The Antoninos

Today I saw a man
talking to a food cart.
That's dinde, I then thought,
and quickly decided to rephrase it:
that's dingue, I should rather say.

Now I am flying like a bird (which is just fine since I am one),
searching with my good eye closed
for a nice place to rest,
grab a bite, a pint, relax…

I do feel like something special…
Hey, is that a chocolate over there?
Refuelling at Christelleville! No bird flu there, mate!

You know, love is a thing with feathers
and life but a collection of stolen goods.