my canary
do my bidding
shake hands for me
travel and bargain
traverse and plea
let me stay in sanctuary
please enter the coal mine
my sweet little canary
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as a compliment
I will add this old one
(slightly edited):
my effigy
Most days the real me stays home
I send my effigy out into the world
I stay in safety and dream
He comes back in shreds
Often he is angry and demands patches and glue
The next day he makes me go out there
I don’t really know what he did so I get mixed up
People look at me funny and sometimes I think they are on to me
and my scarecrow
He’ll be back tomorrow to straighten out my mess
He will come home whistling “killing me softly “
I never tell him thank you or sorry
I am not so vain as to like him