Someone has pecked upon my beak
No wonder I can hardly speak!
They shoved all my words
Into my gut
My god!
Why am I still in this rut!
Maybe I'm too slow
Because I have no where to go
Still locked inside my cage
I'm fuming within that rage!
Ok take another deep breath
And send out those fumes
They will all soon know
The smell of your perfume
what a brilliant poem, really enjoyed reading this topten i say
A wee bit of th' abstract, i do sense in th' peripheral of my mind's left halve....l Like this, suzan. Indeed an inventive slice of verse... '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite a memorable work - ty - 10