Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Pigeon Wannabe

Forty years in a boring job.

From my office window I view

The pigeons flying by the gob,

Pestering the humans, they do,

Adding to humans' stress and strife,

Grabbing the freebies dropped by them,

The bounties of the city life,

Caring not of feathered mayhem.

The pigeons I do envy so,

Flipping the bird to humankind,

While I the polite line must toe,

Making me go out of my mind.

A pigeon I do want to be,

Open the window, I fly free.