
hoW QUaint,
lEFt tHIS wRITinG EMpTY, sO aLLOW
mE tO fILE a COMplaint.
nOT muCH, bUT I sEE
wHAt You cREatED,
tHE yElLoW bIRD tuRNeD thE KEy,
aND NOw I FeEL A bIT LibErAted.
nOT in COMplETe cONTrol,
thE YeLLoW biRD pULLS mY ArM,
hE iS tHE oNE flYinG,
wHAt iS yOUR ultiMAtE gOAl?
i STilL fEEl sO WaRM,
aM i PrYINg?
lET's gO fOR a StROLL.

tHIS iS mY ToUR,
i nOTiCE whO's CrOWneD,
wILL shE bEcOME yOUr CUre?
cOLLecTINg thE SpECiMENS,
i WIll inVEsTIgaTE tHE pREMisES,
lOOk bUT dO noT tOUch,
whO aM i To JuDGE?
afTEr aLL, rEd,
i AM tHE oNE mISleaD,
fELL iN a TrAp, inStEad,
coVEred in PEnCil LeaD.
anD nOW tHE YeLLow BiRD chIrPS,
teLLS mE sTORIes onCE rEad,
dO yOU ThReatEN agAIN, mY cOrPSe?
dO yOU sTIll foRGEt thE puReBRed?

tAKE bACK agAin yOUR piLL?
oR StILL chOOSe oVeR CuRe, sIn?
wILL wE fINd oURSelVEs AgAIn aT a StANDstiLL?