owl broadcast 31

birds can't broadcast
but do get lost
like where go?
where'd go my condo?
I mean my condor,
just flew out the front door,
lawn chairs at the cinema
elbow grease in the quad
i lather up for the skinema
i turn up my iPod.

birds lost like hoot where
you lost there? but owl here
eyes so human now
we're straight owl-grooving, ow!

owl broadcast
number thirty-one
i left my roost
sought out a dirty ones
found a feathery missus
raised me a some owlets
killed a couple cameramen
for eating an (f)owl omelet.