Mockingbird
The tomcat squeal of a deceiving tongue.
We are scolded
with cattle-prods of sound.
Swung upon chains of echoes,
nailed to aria’s with rusty spikes.
Bird of a thousand jeers,
a hundred memes and parodies.
will you shut up already.
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