Let it go

Let the claw win
Give up the illusion of control
and then you will not be defeated
"But how?" said the Woodjay
as he bounced along amidst the yams and cherry blossoms and cocaine
Aha, these wicked lips he licked
and walked into the circle smelling his fingers
Ooh the little stools he saw
and wondered at loneliness without medication
But he pointed his rifle quietly
and shot the Woodjay through the chest
in a burst of flaming feathers that scattered to the floor
and then he looked and saw an empty barstool
and calmly walked away.