MOCKING BIRD
Some would find madness in the curl of the scribe
Some would find sadness in death.
But the mocking bird girl
permits her song to be heard
By the man who would take her last breath.
The words to be reasoned
The tune to be tried
The love fan meticulously cooked from inside
How many needs to be witnessed
By the bird who lives on the mule
How many dancers and rangers
To fawn at the foot of the fool?
More lives than a nuclear train crash
More shoes than a Private hotel
More titles most worthily ravished
By the sight of the mocking birds tail.
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