Singing Parrot

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.