Eccentric are unworthy friends
All like birds with thousand homes.
Every tree become their habitation
When it's rich and congenial.
A must and routine
As they Recede away hastily
From that which accommodate them,
Cos scentful leaves no longer smell good.
Rebuilding it after it had served
Never their call to observe.
Deserting is uniformed
Changing route to fit themselves
Leaving the affected to itself
Waiting for new summer.
Live not with Hi friend
A Sham of a King with wings
Flies freely like bird to the bings.
How distractive is thy nature
Yet an embodiment of torture.
©Abdulabdul
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