PARROTS
Everywhere I look, I see parrots. I can no longer tell one from another. I can't discern anything, only the voices. And do they comfort me? NO! I can't see them when they speak, only parrots.
What are you looking at? This is MY place. Do you have a passport? No, I didn't think so. I see no secret handshake. You're not me, you must be one of them. Soon, there will be no crackers left for my soup. I see the plan. I know where this is going.
NO SOUP FOR BLOODSTALKER!!!
No more, nice warm soup, no good without crackers. Crackers eaten by millions of parrots.
Only beer now. Beer to console me. And my button collection. My pretty pretty buttons. Not yours, mine. Get your own. And stay away from my ciggarrettes.