The Strained Love Song of the Sunflower Queen
The synaptical parrot with parsed polysyndeton,
cackling on while seed rattles against the cage.
His pointless diatribe drones on indefinitely,
without a point-of-view,
bereft of logic, and with
fluttering over him.
Yet lacking modesty,
full of pretense,
and a bit verbose.
"Hey, you're an asshole," he says,
without the slightest hint of anger, annoyance, or vitriol--
just stating the facts that he can't possibly know.
And maybe you rattle the bars,
because he hurt your feelings a little,
without really meaning to do so.
And what he fails to understand
is that you never meant to be a curmudgeon,
but you applied misunderstood virtue
to events that did not concern you.
Last edited by spshane; 10-27-2017 at 06:24 AM..