by The First Student

Created on: May 11, 2010

THE BRIGHT BIRD

To watch yet not observe.

To listen but not hear.

No joy nor nerve.

No sorrow nor fear.

Take the words in,

and spout them back out.

No evils nor sin.

No morals, no doubt.

No new thoughts,

nor words not taught.

All my mind rots,

and my wisdom is naught.

An original thought,

earns a lifetime of trouble.

All wisdom is fought,

for bursting Master's bubble.

A creature without merit,

a being enslaved.

The bright squawking parrot

is a mind depraved.

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