Twittering Over The Moon

Guess who

Can rip off the IRS
In broad day-

Light, streak stark-
Naked with Ben

Franklin bills flying out
His puckered rear down

Constitution Avenue
Past cop a plea cop

Station after station
Before returning

To roost in
His freaked-out white-

Washed room free
As a flipping bird

To twitter—all the while
His brooding

Fledglings waiting
In the wings

To find themselves
Mooning over

Their favorite
Lunatic again.