An Albatross came calling
It knocked at my front door
It wouldn’t leave off ringing
So I knocked it to the floor.
Masquerading as a salesman
It showed me lots of things
And once inside the kitchen
It straightened out its wings
It’s sitting on the sofa
And smoking all my fags
Knee deep in conversation
Of flightless fantasies it brags
Lately I find myself waiting
It’s always going out late
It comes home drunk and disorderly
With friends I have to hate.
It’s residing in my bathroom
Likes cold showers and hot tea
It’s company of sorts you see
Though it never beaks to me.
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