A bird flipped.
Prim and proper,
feathered and clipped.
Share bent content,
no real words.
Only content,
no real discontent.
Sit pretty,
while the noise grows unpretty.
Sit quiet,
while you're shaking with disquiet.
Shush,
Stay quiet,
SHIT!
A bird, a bard,
snipped and lipped.
The bird is the word,
in a flipped mirror world, 
fetishizing the absurd.
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