Bullet in the Head

I killed those two birds

In the mid-afternoon sun

Sweat dripped from my chin

The male had fallen ill

And had to be put out of misery

This was all in the parking lot

Where we went to the party

Where your mom sold cupcakes

I pretended not to care

And I climbed up to the roof

I tried to be pretty

I tried to make a scene

I could tell by the way the female followed him

And squawked when she couldn’t see him

That she wouldn’t be able to live without him

So I killed her too

Because she might as well have been dying