Like a Parakeet

Little blue Parakeets,
they rough around all day.
pumping, hitting, and playing,
these sweet little tots stay.

They're bound to live their lives,
in store for a crowded life,
left to chirp in unclean cages,
hurting for that outside breathe of life.

Its pain to see the ones quiet and broken.
the ones who chirped so loud with joy.
attracting nothing, no mate, no buy,
these poor little Parakeets, here will die.

I hate this world in which we live,
broken tunes for hidden schmucks.
sadness swoons for lowered huts,
the little things in life caged up.

If i had the choice,
i'd dare be cold,
not born,
would be my bold.

But life isn't like that.
you can't choose at will.
thats why men rule this spat,
and everything is so terribly ill.

Like Parakeets cluttered in a cage,
something bursting will be all the rage.
Whether sadistic and in full stage,
I promise you I will not be caged.
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*a little flighty. but i think it gets my point across.