As you sit, stand, and crawl, your **** falls and stains a toilet larger than your shopping mall. In the stall, pull that feather from your ***.

Take your class and call a taxi, cause you are too drunk to walk; as you fly from your herd, like a bird from a flock.

Gawk, jaw drops, as the weak ones flurry in the dead of Winter. After an all-night ******, you flutter to your nest to find it in cinders.

Tripping over stones, you hurry. No cries are heard while bones splinter. Soaring hawks from darkened skies, swoop the birch winged mob.

Robbed and broken, you sob. Jobless, homeless, and hopeless you're a crushed, torn fender. Funerals and vacations are planned by the spender.

As your life's flames diminish and you think of your enkindler, I'll finish up this gift and send it to you. Please, don't return to sender.