In an abyss devoid of rules,
You’d find the ultimate chaos
What you’d find is no one’s fool,
What it is and will unfold,
Are: affluent seagulls.
Imagine the link
And the sphinx
It is strength and wisdom
But also cruel and deceit
Why does the bird maintain affluence?
And how does it crave the freedom?
Has the seagull lost its preference?
Or does it require a conference?
The affluent seagull must not fly
The affluent seagull must not spy
The affluent seagull must not buy
The affluent seagull must not lie
The affluent seagull can only cry
And hope that one day it would dry
To dry on the land that it could buy
But too seagull-y to ever try.
Jeffrey Bin Zaid is an aspiring spreader of joy, though his work often speaks differently.