| Joey the Canary |
|---|
| Tossed and scrambled in a cage some sixteen miles below. |
| I attempted sending |
| codes, but only ghosts reply, and it’s cramped in here. |
| Though the |
| freezer’s packed with a hundred crates of beer, it won’t wash away my tears, my fear. |
| Considered writing novels. |
| I thought hard about this |
| career, solved a dozen famous mysteries, but still I can’t be clear if there is anybody up there, perhaps it’s been a year. |
| Is there still |
| anybody up there? |
| No fear. |
| Is there anybody up there, was you ever |
| there at all?(x4) |
