A brown bird sitting in the back of a brass cage
dapper and depressed, denying existence and failing
going nowhere, this is home, in isolation, ignorance intolerable,
justification jettisoned, knelt for his knowledge, keen on leaving this life
make no mistake, he’s not going but gone, to other worlds from now on
pecking and probing, he questions all the rules
stagnant and stewing he tries his talk of utopia
valueless, vile witnesses water not his xeric soul
yet he does not yield, zonks out to refresh his zeal
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