Friday, October 23, 2015
His barque is a hyundai getz, his parrot a cockatiel.
He knows that he does not belong on these suburban streets,
But out beyond the briney break, across the seven seas.
For now he'll sit on starboard side, shout fore when the lights go green,
Blast sea shanties from the stereo and wait for his ships to come in.
Be true to yourself (even if that means having a bird on your shoulder at all times) and take the time to notice when you are happy.