Of Thee I Wing By Phree

some people claim that i am free now ain't that a god-damned gas i assure you being as restricted as me is a predominant pain in the ass this isn't right restricting my flight And I'll tell you upon whom I place the blame for having grounded my wings I hold accountable people like you who pluck my strongest and proudest feathers one by one so I may never again near the sun every feather gone with another shackle and chain but why, for what have you to gain? yes i blame you for hindering my plight, because this just ain't right you not only block my path but you blind me to the brightness with your wrath and so I fear that orb is one this bird is never again to near and the pertinent particulars are predicated on a predictable preponderane of the evidence and the fact that I bother no one once I take flight no, this just ain't right alas, to me the time between the sun and moon is diminishing as if, should I fly once more, it will cause some kind of astronmical catastrophe without an apostrophe while I await my fate so guard well my path of quarried slate and make certain to lock the gate yeah yeah I know you think i'm errent in some capacity or other and that hoard includes my mother yet I still doubt your veracity and am aware that you all think I'm wrong spelled out in neon lights at night But remember, you can clip my wings but you can't deafen your ears when this flightless bluebird of sorrow sings (c) 2011.....Phreepoetry shoot, you can talk ad infinitum yet I will always suspect your veracity