The firebird

The firebird it on your shoulders
And sets your beards alight
What is it that causes cities to burn?
It’s the fire bird

As you walk around the exercise yard
Do your hands still burn you?
The firebird does not leave you cleanly
It leaves you with a lot on your mind

You released the firebirds into the sky
But the first to burn was you
Twenty years earlier and a lot older
You internally combust on the toilet

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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