Waking up seems like a futile effort to me.
To be in this realm, such a pity for all mortals.
As to one day, all of them will suffer the fate
of the unlucky ones.

Oh, how the world is polluted nowdays.
Mayhem, mayhem, and more mayhem.
Corruption, bloodbaths and destruction
for the race to see which is the alpha-male.
In the end, it is the survival of the most deceitful.

In the end, I am still on my bed.
My bones ache while my muscles creak.
Waking up is still a futile effort to me.
Sheilding from the disasterous world using my comfy blanket,
seems like a good idea.
But, if all of us were to slumber,
than who will straighten things out?

I arise and go,
to face the polluted world.
There, my legacy awaits
as another **** sapien.
That will uphold the truth
as all if us are responsible,
of how polluted the world is.

As the writers hands shrivel,
His sharp pen glistens due to the night light of his,
In his mind, words start mumbling and dancing,
As if those trying to turn him mad,
But, in the reaction of his face, he looks calm and serene.

As the pen touches the surface of soon-to-be-masterpiece,
the ink drips from it, shaping the art to be desired.
One by one, the creativity is carved onto the paper,
that will strike inspiration into the hearts of millions,
While in fact, his real attention was just to amuse himself.

As the Magnum Opus finally takes it's form,
the writer sigh in relieve, releasing a thousand-years burden.
And, as his work finally being recognized by mankind,
he continues sitting on his chair, raising his pen,
and creating another work of art.

Oh, how bold of you,
How bold of you to come out from your luxury nest.
How bold of you to be strutting your glitterful feathers,
down the aisle near the polluted lake.  
How bold of you to be tricking people,
with the exotic sounds from your beak,
and your hypnotic patterns on your feather coat.

In fact, your boldness eludes me to be thinking,
What is boldness?
To be this critic thinking, I must not.
As to this bold creature.
Let it be known to 'it' by 'it'self,
that one day,
that boldness will fade away.