Parakeet Extract.

You wake up in the morning
And fall out of your bed
Mean cats eat parakeets
And this one’s nearly dead

A broken wrist, an accident
You know that something’s wrong
You fold the leavings of your past
No one knows you’ve gone

You wake up in the morning
To warm Pacific breeze
Where mean cats chew on licorice
And cannot climb the trees

Just a few lines I wanted to post. Done more with a sense of irony than anything else. Quite possibly with the opposite meaning with which they were originally written.

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