I know a man who loved his bird so much
He paid a tidy fortune for its cage.
Why is my regret for Juliet
So different from the way I feel about the way this parrot died,
Poisoned by the toxic grain of costly bars?
I can see the humor in the stunts Death pulls
So long as they are distant from myself.
Until I see the man who stares,
He paid a tidy fortune for its cage.
Why is my regret for Juliet
So different from the way I feel about the way this parrot died,
Poisoned by the toxic grain of costly bars?
I can see the humor in the stunts Death pulls
So long as they are distant from myself.
Until I see the man who stares,
guilt-wracked as Juliet, upon
The lifeless fruit of his propitious planning.
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