He didn’t recognise the bird

I can’t work.I’ve dislocated my retina.
I have dyed my pupil red.
I’ve fallen again.

They say I have smoked my ribs.

They cannot put me in plaster as I will not be able to conceive.

I have twisted my wrist and ruin the Royal Navy

I cracked a bird in my foot. The consultant he’s never seen it before. Well it will be impossible for him to know every bird in North London.

After I cracked the bone, pain made me sing. You should have heard my crimes.