Surviving by arrogance, the thief of charm, Maladjusted and furtive, this insipid bird. By night I fly for there is little harm, To be done by venturing, never heard.
I am trembling as indifference settles, On friendships created second hand. I'm inconsistent, and love heavy metal, The manic air guitarist fronting the band.
I am as described, but know the bird less, Even remote dad has forgotten this mess.