The Bird and the Applesauce

It began with a chirp and squawk and a burp, a little brown bird was so busy at work.
He'd fallen behind and the pressure he felt, to finish the project before his bosses would melt.
Anxiety and fear he reached for a beer, to calm his nerves as the deadline came near.
But in a split moment all time had just paused, he'd somehow managed to fall in applesauce.
His wings, his beak, his tail, his feet, if he bosses saw him he'd be dead meat.
But in some calm he saw things different, so what if his bosses found him delinquent.
Who cares if his project wouldn't get done, fuck them for the anxious mess he'd become.
He packed up his bag and walked out the door, after shitting and pissing all over the floor.