My feelings towards the pigeon on the bus

I mean, is this a piss-take?
He has built in transportation.
Why is he on the bus?
And why’s he going to Leyton?

This is like when rich kids
go to university in Leeds;
slumming it with the everyman
until they’re back up there; free.

And I know I’m being salty.
Perhaps his wings are knackered.
He is just sat there. Politely too.
I guess that’s all that matters.

Did the driver watched him?
Hopping on, scanning his card?
Did he even care?
Did it catch him off-guard?

He is on his morning commute,
And I’m in disbelief.
Do I let him go about his day,
Or call transport police?

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