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A friend in the life of a dork.

My little buddy
Todd. He's awesome.
Albino, white and pink, and
A little cloud, floating
In my room. Screeching.
I pretty much confuse him
Sometimes, though he's one to
Talk. Probably could
If he wanted to.

In his cage, Todd's an
Emperor, haughty, proud. Until
You say something too loud, or
Slam the door. Outside
Of his domain, poor thing,
He's confused.
He doesn't get the whole 'freedom'
Thing. Sometimes he
Freaks, flapping against toys and
Bars. Door's open
Silly buddy.
Silly birdy.

To my music, all
Alone, we are
Rock stars.
We sing, and occasionally
Even try out a few
Moves. Yeah.
When I feel like screaming, going
Crazy, he gives me the look.
Distant and
All-knowing. But when he gets
Mad and decides to give me an
Opera at 3 in the morning,
Me and him,
We go round and round.
But it's all good, ' cause
That's how we roll.

So.

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