A Serious Case of the Sillies
Lovely plummage....
This parrot is dead!!!
What's up inside my head?
I think my brain has bled,
Or of simple sense, not fed
How can I defend myself...
If my brain is on a shelf,
Unused, untasked, unread,
That brain is little more than dead,
So you prevail yet once more, again
From your lofty mental den,
As I do crawl away,
Hoping sometime will come my day.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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