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The Blue Bird Of Happiness Has Been Shot Dead

by Jersey D Gibson

The blue bird of happiness,

flying so high.

Fell down with crack of a bullet,

fall down and die.



With a flurry of feathers,

and spilt blood.

Tumbling wounded flesh and bones,

crashing to the mud.



Blue bird of happiness,

has been shot dead.

The killer cooked it, ate it,

and served it with Corona Red.

10/24/2002

Author's Note: I use to have a peppy friend that would go to depressed people and tell them "the blue bird of happiness will visit you today!" Being a more morose person that I was in high school, when she told me this, I told her that I shot the blue bird of happiness. I don't think she ever told me that again...

Posted on 10/24/2002
Copyright © 2025 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cathlyn Cartier on 10/25/02 at 01:51 AM

I laughed too... didn't get the explanation, but chuckled anyway.

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