Expression

My boss bargains by Brooklyn bridge I find fluffed feathers in my fridge! At night, nostalgic nooks are found, I see the hunter, herdsman, hound. All say it's nonsense! But it's not. Seldom speaking, staying silent so Within me, the great grudge grows. I'm not cunning, can't care, can't cure I am lonely, can't love, lie, lure. Sick, sad, seeking sympathy In this monotonous mess. Where the world wears and wan Can't we all be friends?