Albino Crow

Albino crow knows
Nobody listens to words
anymore
anymore
Singing songs of his heart
they see alabaster wings
not the melody he brings
they say he needs a shiny concept
to best represent his emerging brand
and delineate a marketable persona
to set his art apart from his peers
he needs a gimmick
he needs more misery
they wanna know
who is keeping him down
No one believes in happiness
anymore
anymore
Truth is why we can't now
we're so poor
anymore
Albino crow hops
from branch to branch
along the grass
digging deeper than he can reach
stones chipping tender beak
dirt and blood making mud
like a funeral shroud
piss-proud, he takes the summit
dripping death and intoxication
he says
see, I'm just like you
cock-a-doo
a-doodle-do
Mud Crow forgets
what he came to say
and it doesn't seem important
anymore
anymore
but from the rippled surface of his favorite bath
a stranger stares him down
and laughs