Prosopopea
a shining parrot that calls my name What pomposity you say The flying words are to blame I was only parodying per say when ink shot upon the page The mighty pen roared caught and ate the rage I was writing on the wings when joy flew in my window my bird was upright an innuendo flying through unchained skies
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2016
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