The library

I like working at a library, I get to talk to myself and write stupid stories, all for the glory of the fallen kings and queens of the stone age, maybe get them to turn the friken' page in "their" history book, if needed they can take another look, just don't look shook by the crook and the nook and the cranny, no oil tin man, so your moving like your granny, haha, pretty frivolous, they're never giving into us, never giving intimate-- sentences, just whispering through walls and have the birds take the fall haha, haven't seen the corpse of a queen mark the death bed of the infant peasant, I the pheasant, No?! I always thought to be dim, witted, whited until my darkness, became tamed by whips, tricks and chains right, the African Grey, area spots of red, on the tail, a painted fin for my sail boat, I need the wind for the span of my hands, I meant the wings, a boat, afloat the sky, hidden I, hiding these eyes, from all who perceive me to be lowlier than the, te he we shall see...