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Look at all the parrots-- Parroting the words Of all the other parrots-- Of all the other birds-- Parroting profusely All the same refrains-- Parroting the constant patter In their parrot brains-- Parroting the preaching From the pulpit to the pews-- Parroting their parents' And their parents' parents' views-- Parroting their leaders And their pompous platitudes-- Parroting their peers' Pretentious attitudes-- Parroting the patriarchs' Proselytizing that'll Put your teeth on edge With their pathetic prattle-- Parroting the poppycock Of trite pontifications-- Parroting pernicious And sly manipulations-- Parroting the pretty birds Whose pageantry and glory Appeal to their prurient tastes In each pathetic story-- Parroting the songsters With parasitic pleasure And counting out the rhythm Of every pitiful measure-- Parroting the powerful Whose ploys are so profuse, Leaving the powerless Pummeled with abuse-- Parroting with passion Presumptuous prophesies With putative contrition, "Humbly" on their knees-- Parroting themselves-- Together all in sync-- How they love to parrot So they don't have to think! - by Bob B
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
Look at All the Parrots!
Look at all the parrots-- Parroting the words Of all the other parrots-- Of all the other birds-- Parroting profusely All the same refrains-- Parroting the constant patter In their parrot brains-- Parroting the preaching From the pulpit to the pews-- Parroting their parents' And their parents' parents' views-- Parroting their leaders And their pompous platitudes-- Parroting their peers' Pretentious attitudes-- Parroting the patriarchs' Proselytizing that'll Put your teeth on edge With their pathetic prattle-- Parroting the poppycock Of trite pontifications-- Parroting pernicious And sly manipulations-- Parroting the pretty birds Whose pageantry and glory Appeal to their prurient tastes In each pathetic story-- Parroting the songsters With parasitic pleasure And counting out the rhythm Of every pitiful measure-- Parroting the powerful Whose ploys are so profuse, Leaving the powerless Pummeled with abuse-- Parroting with passion Presumptuous prophesies With putative contrition, "Humbly" on their knees-- Parroting themselves-- Together all in sync-- How they love to parrot So they don't have to think! - by Bob B
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
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