Why are mockingbirds mocking me?
why do
the cuckoos calling me cuckoo?
Is it something I said,
or is it something I should but I didn’t do?
O which of those two:
Did I straighten something you posed it skew?
Am I shamefaced of talking,
having what soever no clue?
Did I say more
than either of us, or them, could chew,
or is it for my sheer fear of silence
when the truth was due?
Did I make murky water see through?
Did I make you nightmare come true,
O which of those two?
Why are mockingbirds mocking me?
why do
the cuckoos calling me cuckoo?
