Does my parrot really love me?
I’d really like to know
I've taught him how to say the words
But he doesn't have that glow
I've taught him only nice words
Like happy, love, and joy
And he always is polite
To every girl and boy
I feed him on a schedule
And a diet that is swell
But I cannot shake this feeling
That he is not doing well
You see he cannot tell me
The words he needs to say
Like when he is sick or gloomy
Or hurt, depressed, or gray
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| From the cover of Eugenia Leigh's Blood, Sparrows and Sparrows |
Do your friends know how you are really doing? Or are you only telling them how you wish you felt.
Is your true self caged and trapped? Or is it able to roam free. Is the image you project true of who you are? Or are you only projecting a false image
I dig the concept of this one. Makes me think of social media, especially something like Facebook where people tend to only post happy things that show off what a great life they've got, and other "fun" things that they're doing. You rarely (if ever) see anyone post anything truly depressing, and even if someone does, other people either just ignore it or think the person's just making a pathetic call for attention. Social media has its uses, but it's also a great tool for projecting a false image, too.
ReplyDeleteInteresting ideas regarding social media. I didn't originally think about social media when writing this one, but it fits, especially with the questions posed on the bottom there. Your take adds a whole new layer to the poems potential meaning
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