I went to the market to see all the sights
Bartering, haggling, some drunken fights.
I buy a cup of coffee to unmoodify me,
Me addicted? No, just the taste, you see.
Sauntering, strutting in the sun with a smile,
A seagull greets me with its natural bile,
And where does it land if not in the cup?
Something in me stirs but I don’t blow up.
I hatch a plan of artificially made wings,
Aluminum bars, Kevlar strings.
As an engineer it doesn’t take long,
I ready my tool for righting this wrong.
Tool number one, that is, of course,
Tool number two is slightly more coarse.
Prune juice, flax seeds in olive oil, fried.
Old-timey medicine, tested and tried.
I eat my meal and assemble my machine
The most elegant piece of equipment you’ve seen.
You, or the seagull, as I approach from above
Deliver my payload on the almost-dove.
“Ha ha! You rat! How does it feel?
Ha! Mr. Seagull, karma is a wheel!”