Chaps

I´ve got same friendly attitude as when I was a little boy , towards the birds of course.
They are nice , ya know , they fly arround no touching wind just unfolding it with their feathered wings and they´ve got some colour too. Today , I was all into it , life philosophy and babies, I noticed three ducklings making that woosh sound across the water , charming , they are trained for that of course. Think we all have bread in our pockets, but to have some you gotta grow it and than eat, if something is left over ducks get it, else, you gotta go to the store and buy some. Money you gottcha earn too . Than there´s this problem of delivering newborns , next thing you´ll see is that every day dork on a bension station with a shmuck grin all over his face that says , here´s the mad man again , he´s all but gone. To feed those lucky ducklings again , yeah. What can I say, life´s a swirl, not just bread crunchess and butter, sometimes you ought, get yourself loose in for real, it´s not about winning attitude it´s all or nothing. If I was able to breast feed these damn ducks I would have done it for sure, but all that I do is give them more bread to munch. What about my time here and there , after all this munching even the stuborness fades with tides of an old man, damn even my hair abolishes me. Know , don´t know .