Poetry maybe #10 is untitled as of this moment.
soapbox available on a temporary basis
chanting and pacing like a
felon in a rusty birdcage.
it’s a challenge to have
affordable medical
content for all of our baby birds
cynical eyes
on
predatory beings.
We can’t hurt their
precious feelings
in the gilded aviary.
They will secretly
lock up all provisions
and fly away with the key.
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