there ain't no place for
you in these parts, for i see
your lies, your secrets

fool, i am but a
wee child, but my beak speaks
great deals in bleakness

come on in, then, son
we got people whose lives suck
you can join them, too

i'll enter but your guise
makes me want to end your life
not wise to pursue

wandering amid
the square, the collection of voice
confounds my whole senses

i'm fearful of sight
they watch as i waddle, ugh
i just want to thrive

let me sit, beg, barter
say i came from a charter
beg and say "i dived"