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What Would Bukowski Do?

I have a parrot
who sings my praises
even though she
really hates me
she tries her
best to imitate me.

I call her Polly
she calls me cracker
I stood my ground
so now I'm her attacker.

She squawks for my attention
to be sure Eye know
that I'm ignored.
I look her way
and pretend
I'm not bored.

I truly feel grateful
even though
her intentions
are hateful.

That she would be so kind
to share with the world
whats on my mind.


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  1. As I mentioned: I like your Bukowski better than Bukowski's :)

  2. A few lines to laugh at, a few lines all too serious...this one slides by deceptively smoothly, like the Buffet song, with all kinds of loose feathers scratchy on the underside. And I think you did what Bukowski would have done.(Wrote about it.)

  3. ha. big bukowski fan...i like this one a lot...

  4. LOL I'm a fan of some of Bukowski's work and agree with Diana. It's funny b/c I was just having a conversation with someone about how we think people try to imitate him to seem cool rather than developing a truly unique poetic voice—a formula for disaster IMO. "I call her Polly / she calls me cracker / I stood my ground / so now I'm her attacker." Great work, Theron.

  5. nice one - funny, deep and serious at the same time..

  6. Good job and I know what you mean.
    I had a parrot once. Yes, I have many stories, too. I had to leave him with a friend who also had a parrot. My friends parrot didn't talk, before Casey. When I came back after some months, my friend's parrot was talking to beat the band. She came up to me and sang a beautiful song just to show me what she could do and also, to thank me for leaving Casey there to correct her silent loneliness.

    OneLove--Tiger Windwalker

  7. Ahh.. a little bit of funny, and a little bit of serious...
    Sometimes it's real scary to know that there is a possibility of someone being able to read our mind too well.. don't you think? And sometimes I almost feel relieved that animals (except parrots) can't "talk"... else, like innocent little kids, who knows what they would would be saying!!

    And then there are copycats! Need I mention anything 'bout them at all?!?!!? whheww

    Well writ, T.. thought provoking!

  8. LOLss n yet serious!! Very nicely blended.. :)

    Wishing you a lovely weekend xox


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