i like to take
back my
parrot. Yellow one
with
broken beak, but smart
at least, it knows
easily how to mimic me
and i am so
flattered,
i feed it well,
and it got so fat that
it cannot lift itself
into flight so
it stayed just right there
on the railing where
i put it
parroting everything that
i say and i am
so pleased
and taken proud of this
yellow feathered
creature
with my neighbors
and then for all i
know
they pity me.
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