Suicidal Pigeon

I saw a suicidal pigeon standing in the street

Playing chicken with the traffic each time the light turned green

So I hollered out to him, 'Hey man, what you trying to prove''

He said, 'Nuthin'

So I sat down on the curb and opened up my sack

I offered him a bun off of my Big Mac

After all, they do come with three

He said, 'No thanks, man, I'm allergic to sesame seeds.'

Well I knew I was gonna have to act fast

If I wanted to save that bird or make that conversation last

The writing was on the wall, soon rush hour would begin

And that would spell disaster for my little feathered friend

So I joined him

That's right, I walked out in the middle of the street

And sat down next to that pigeon on the warm concrete

A fairly dangerous move, but I didn't care

I was on a mission to save a brother in despair

I said, 'So you've had a rough life I guess.'

He said, 'What do you think' I'm a pigeon, dumb ass!'

He said, 'My life is cursed, I don't even have a nest'

'And everywhere I go I leave behind a mess.'

Then he told me his story

'Do you know what it's like to be a pigeon'' he asked.

'Well, I never really thought about it, but I guess it's pretty bad.'

He said, 'We're at the bottom of the food chain as far as bird's go.'

'And I've forgotten more about ugly than you'll probably ever know.'

'People don't take us serious, and I don't know the reason.'

'I mean, when's the last time you heard, 'Hey man, it's opening day of pigeon season'

'And you never see a pigeon on a stamp or a dollar bill.'

'Or on a flag or with an olive branch or some symbol of good will.'

I said, 'Yeah, you've got a point.'

He said, 'When I was younger I fell in love with this chick.'

'She was graceful, easy to look at, and had a wingspan that wouldn't quit.'

'When I first met her I tried to pawn myself off as a dove.'

'But eventually Mother Nature robbed me of my first true love.'

'You see, I started putting on weight, then my feathers changed colors.'

'And almost overnight I developed this fowl smelling odor.'

'I knew it was only a matter of time before she lost interest.'

'So I bade farewell to my fair-weathered princess'

He said, 'As you can see, a pigeon's life is no walk in the park.'

'And you never feel at home, no matter where you are.'

I said, 'Yeah, I know the feeling, it's hard to fit in.'

He said, 'So what do you do for a living'' I said, 'I'm a musician.'

He said, 'Man, I thought I had it bad.'

Then I began to tell him my story and how I understood

About being looked down on by everyone in the neighborhood

But I no sooner started talking when that little bird flew away

Well, I've lost the attention of bigger crowds so I really can't complain

But I'd like to think in some small way I played a hand

In helping that pigeon get back on his feet again

Sometimes all it takes is a sympathetic ear

And sometimes it just takes a story that you're willing to share

And you know, I learned a lesson from that bird and I think he'd agree

That there's always someone out there who's got it worse off than me

And when life's got me down and I feel like quitting

I can't help but remembering the story of the suicidal pigeon

So spread your wings and fly

Don't be afraid to try

Pick yourself up when you fall

Throw out everything you know

And make it up as you go

There's a little imagination in us all