I had a budgie called The Pope who was swearing at me
he was a walking madhouse
he was saying shut the hell up
you crazy son of a poet
he was jumping about the walls saying you’re driving me nuts
and I’ll fly your ****** feathers off

he was killing my sanity striking a pose
and doing  the one
with Mircea Dinescu:

“ lady I am youngh I’m your clown
I have the **** of a serious man
I like perpetuity from navel down
so **** me and love me again and again”

we were dying on ourselves out of insane laughter
The Pope was laughing too **-**-he-he-ha-ha
we were self exterminating oh yeah
and at the end gone back in his cage like a well-trained dog
wagging his tail and barking
he was making us laugh for his two crumbs of bread

maybe to soon
ugliness was knocking us off out perches
and ugly indeed it was
the day I found him
with his claw in his neck

oy sucker I said
listen now
hell will come again
to take ya and
hell will weep for ya

in-sane