All In Order
We built their cages.
We gilded them.
We listened to their croaks,
no one could call it song,
hear, hear, hear hear,
chatter chatter,
verbigeration
to order.
Order, order,
keep them in order.
Keep them stuffed
with food and drink,
we did that too,
keep them fed and watered.
No not watered
they won’t drink water
that would be out
of order.
Order, order.
Keep them controlled.
Don’t let them out.
Watch them
flapping their paper wings
to order.
Order order.
We should give them orders.
We pay the pipers,
they should sing for us
but they can only croak.
hear hear, hear hear,
chatter chatter,
verbigeration
for themselves.
We don’t have to listen.





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