13. Cockatoo Sanctuary
Hobos, homos, peacocks, and feathers too.
I made it into this strange new birdcage.
Rimmed by jutting mountains and lush evergreens,
In the haze of fresh dope,
I reached a land where I can find hope.
The cage is our utopia,
Get in, for the shimmer is fine,
Down in the Cockatoo Sanctuary,
Where "weird" is our currency of exchange
All along the valleys and mountain range.