The mechanical bird sang it was time to go
While dropping another imposition among
The gears of the mostly inaccurate clock.
Every success the planet had ever hosted
In its spinning nest was that kind of trick,
A deceit, a substitution. How to keep at bay
Entropy another day, deposit an egg the sun
Will continue to feed until its heart fire dies.
Some of us singing and begging from both
Sides of the nest can't hardly wait for that death.
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