The Big Secret

I’ve been walking
Talking to an angel  
Trying to get that big feathered prick to spit out the big secret  
That bird man won’t give up the ghost  
I keep trying  
Keep prying  
Maybe I can get that nut a little loose  
May of ruffled his feathers  
As I kept pushing the levers  
Maybe it was when I plucked one out  
Like he was just a big old goose  
I keep walking  
We keep talking  
As we come upon a demon ghost  
Bird man didn’t seem to like them much  
Though they won me over with some jam and toast  
We all laughed when the bird man asked if the devil ever got their goat  
Things got real quiet as the conversation turned towards a more serious note  
The demon ghost and the bird man went into a heated rage  
Something about loyalty and faith  
Neither able to turn the page  
Tried to lighten up the mood  
Asked the demon ghost if they’d ever been on a date  
The bird man in a soft voice said  
“We used to have a thing”  
The three of us kept walking  
Kept talking  
When we met up with a women wearing a bath robe, high heels, with a drink on the rocks in her hand  
“You three sure are a sorry sight”  
Have you been walking all night?  
Thought to myself  
It felt like moments but she’s probably right  
The Demon ghost seemed uneasy  
That feathered prick I call the bird man seemed upset  
So I said to the lady in the high heels as she lit up a burner  
“This doesn’t feel right!”  
She said  
“That’s how people get when the boss is around”  
Well shit isn’t it a fiery crown?  
I’m looking at her kind of differently now  
So the four us us kept walking, kept talking  
Then I asked the lady as she took a sip then a drag on her burner  
“Do you know the big secret”?  
She shot back “Do you think the big secret to be true”?  
Told her that I really didn’t know  
Taking another sip from her elixir  
She replied  
“Well in this case I’ll tell you this much about it  
 If you ever find the answer to the big secret.  
Nothing again will ever be new.”