We the Knights, We roam alone
And prefer to be unknown
Yea the fame is for the birds
And the cages for the herds
Incognito Buddha’s ghost
Shish-cob-bobbin Judas goats
Dear stigmata iluminada
Kama sutra Juice and vodka
Supernova cosa nostra
Frank Sinatra sing for me
“That’s Life”
In a large pretty cage
Makes me forget I’m not free
I wonder what the world of free birds
Thinks of me.
P.X
Charles Monroe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/free-birds-2/
