Remember in the movie Clerks II when the guy (you know the guy) says that he wants to bring “porch monkeys” back? He says people shouldn’t be offended and wants to reclaim the phrase. It went like this…
Randal Graves: What? What is the big deal? Since when did it become a crime to say porch monkey?
Becky: Oh, I don’t know, since forever?
Randal Graves: Why?
Dante Hicks: Because porch monkey’s a racial slur against black people!
Randal Graves: No it’s not! Nigger is.
Dante Hicks: Randal!
Randal Graves: What?
That was dumb. But I wanna bring back “bird”. If you look it up in the urban dictionary (which should not be used for references in any serious matter) you’ll find definitions like:
Generally a girl or young woman who comes across as vain, ditzy, stupid or useless.
“Quit talking about your hair, you dumb bird.”
Ha! Check that out, it even came with a quote!
But seriously, I remember when I used to admire birds… the animals I mean. They sing beautiful songs, help pollinate flowers, fly where they want, and shit on whoever. Sounds fun right? Remember when you were little and you learned that birds regurgitated their food to feed their young? You were all like, “Datz kool as heck” cause you weren’t very good at spelling or cursing yet.
Let’s take it back then. I still want to amuse myself with flight. I want to get trapped in a cage and find a way out. I wanna tell the valet to keep my keys, why would I drive when I have wings? I want to get caught and then subsequently be released. I wanna— you know what? Maybe I should just become a butterfly.
Forget what I said before. Birds (the human kind) piss me off and shame my gender. I can find peace with things that are too far gone for me to change.
But I digress, boy you bout as G as a f-cking tie dye vest
And your wifey is a bird even in her Prada dress
Want a nigga like me to come and get her out her nest, out her nest
