Sick As A Parrot
¶ 1
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There’s a poet in you.
There’s a poet in me.
There’s a poet in the parrot
of the pirate at sea:
‘pieces of eight! pieces of eight!’
He echoes the sounds with impish glee.
¶ 2
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There’s a poet in the fan
at the football match,
as he chants his opinions
full of insults rash.
No one escapes on the emerald green,
not even the hapless referee.
¶ 3
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As he mocks
his vision,
his birth,
his all:
his Match Day persona
is having a ball.
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