I drag my feet out of bed to the desk

Fire up the machine, eyes crusty and croak “Hello” so pretty

Work it all day long chiming “Yes of course!”

By dusk when all parrots fly back home

I’m still at it, working it on

Late night after I finally shut it down

When I tell her come on girl let’s meditate, there’s a habit to form

She replies back deadpan, No

She’s thirsty for blood and raw meat

Wring out a neck, pluck out the feathers

Suck on the neck and the marrow

Clean the tiles not ladylike

With tongue on grease

I’ve been consumed and now I consume

P.S. Featured image from Pinterest.


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