Claustrophobia

Was riding through Cox Town today ruminating on the claustrophobia that I have now felt for quite a while in my life. Here's the result.

Claustrophobia

There once was this bird named Polly
Who, one day, realised "Oh Golly!"
That the cage he was begot in
Had so suddenly gotten
Too small for the dreams he had bought in-to.
Dead is the big bird in a small cage.
Dead is the crushed hope
that never came of age.