Singing Parrot

Written by: Stephen Aniobi

My life is built on a plaster of gold,

Born with a silver spoon and a rubber plate,

With d sun smiling at me with vexation,

The depth of this out growing love I can’t stand,

Bluffing, surfing, grousing d sounds d parrot make,

You’re like a rose flower, blooming in the sun,

The sight of you I can’t stand,

Your smiles put me a million miles away,

Don’t torment me like that,

For love is the sober friend I never had,

You the reasoning the parrot sings.

You are the love I never had, my lost spoon.