For Plucking The Poisonous Parrot---Satan's Parrot
Satan’s Parrot something nibbling @ your ear;
Somethin’ whispers wisps of fear;
Conceptions convections you can’t hide;
Something pecking at your heart (tell your teacher lose it)
Tugging at your throat (slap that doctor and the nurse)
Whispers of anarchy (curse your mother and father)
Won’t you come play wit me (condemn the community)
I am the bird of choice I’m at you ear listen…(tell your spouse you want a divorce)
Your hidden voice undermining your positivity (don’t listen to the pastor sayN Satan git thee behind me/thee)
Stifling your creativity won’t you crawl (go on and walk then fall)
Won’t you do that thing? (Don’t repent hells a great place to dwell in)
That’s not Christian? (Don’t be good makes no sense)
Arrkk!! Say’s Satan’s Parrot
1/9/19
For Plucking The Poisonous Parrot Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Marureen Mcgreavy
Blue Rivers
On Your Hands
Infections, Convections
Connections
Severed.
Incarcerated, suffocated
Then constricted fatally addicted
To every wrong thought and get your kicks
off of your convections
restrictions grasping your soul
holding you down
you turn on me
once again, I was your rebound
so you decided to brake me in two
without a sound
So with another swipe
you simply wipe it away
you tore the image
of the perfect façade,
Your performance
Scored the best my start
and by the end
you became
Your life's heavy burden,
to your innocent heart.