If Everybody’s out to Lunch

Honor, Respect, and Beauty
Yet others think I’m just a cutie

Granted trust and honesty
Yet they would rather watch me flee

Just do as you’re told to get promoted
I’m sorry, but my feathers molted

Replacing tired feathers past
To fly much higher – it can last

I’ll soar above this tired oppression
Leaving you a lasting impression

Birdies ruffle their feathers much
If everybody’s out to lunch

And twitter at their solemn tradition
If only they could tweet my new rendition!

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