They're Plucking Feathers From Each Other's Struts

The only thing one can expect to come from quacks
Is something tossed from a mouth one should duck
Or stay stuck
Trying to absorb the nonsense thrown
They're plucking feathers from each other's struts
All over the place and in unsuspecting faces to see

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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