Caged birds dream of tasting clouds
and soaring above hasting crowds.
Magnolia walls trap Southern promise
I’ll clip my wings for another’s solace.
Metal struts; horizontal sorrow,
beaming the echo of glottal morose.
The rise and fall of neck and seed;
the emptiness, the peck and plead.
A flighty notion hungers inside;
a prison of another’s design.
Resistance unfed; futility;
no fight, bereft, flightless.
Brain dead, drained, lifeless;
for we bred in captivity.
The chief benefactor of a hospital
raced to save the sick.
They found a new cure using horse DNA
and he said he would pay
but gambled his livelihood and lost it all
to the House made from Carrot and Stick.
A woman who was jilted at the altar
sought to get her retribution.
She ran him down, ran him over
at the docks down in Dover –
now without a fiancé to catapulter,
she’ll run rings round her caged institution.
A fat-cat turned politician
never kept promises only his riches.
He prayed for the big catch,
the day before the big match
and fell from Grace; his boat, while fishing.
Now, he’s a fat-cat nibbled at by the fishes.
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