My friend said that she lives in a cavern full of bats. I live in a golden cage.
It's always hard to please my master, but then are reluctant to let me go.
An option 5 days ago is not an option anymore.
Now, I'm eyeing for a job with bird-eye view.
A job where I can spread my wings.
I'm gonna do it clandestinely.
Ughhh... somebody please shoot me.
Just like my childhood nightmare.
(How is my poem? good?)
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