Curtains

I Ask: Who Opens And Closes Their Own Curtain Of Life With Absolute Peace Of Mind? My Curtains May Be Closed For A Few Days As I Write A Sad Sonnet. One That Tells Of A Bird With A Spatula For A Left Wing. Next Week My Curtain May Be Open At Dawn. Whipping Out My Spatula To Make French Crepes. To Welcome The Police That I Am About To Call. My Pills Ran Out. It?S My Sonnet. It?S My Spatula. You Don?T See Me Burning Down Your Curtains Because I Can?T Deal With Your Mood. Create Your Own Peace Sew Your Own Curtain Of Style And Take Your Own Pill. Ahh Jessica You Twitchy Rascal. It Has Been A Pleasure. Chau!