The Self-Defenestration of Mark

I'll tape and staple papery
to make canary-yellow drapery
Federal foolscap wings
and paperclipped aileron-things
my face blue- & pink- highlit
as between cubicles I flit
squawking Cock-a-Doo!
Co-workers, jaws askew,
leap hurriedly outta my way
Charge for the light of day
(although I know that it's cloudy
and cold--screw it, I'm roudy)
Hurl myself through the glass
and swoop over cement and grass
Fly off to Kim and our chicks
in our nest made of plywood and bricks.