A Perfect Bird

To you, I flew with smouldering wings...
Alas! you never gave me a chance,
Clipped my wings and caged me;
Dressed me up and paraded me.

The crowd enjoyed the sight -
The fiery red of freedom bled
And the soulful melodies sung.

Still, my love, I sacrifice my spirit
In the altar of thy vanity!
Jus so that you get to hear
"Wow, you've got a perfect bird here!!!"


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