Freedom?

It’s truly wild

When predators yell,

 “Freedom!”

A flock of

Goofy parrots

Squawking brainlessly

Flying aimlessly

Shitting everywhere like it’s good luck

What the fuck?

 

Parrots squawk,

“Freedom!”

Feathered pink and white

Like it’s cute

But truly these vultures

Stalk and circle, desperate

To define the culture

From a questionable narrative

 

Parrot all you want

About a “freedom” you don’t know

Perch on those Hollywood signs

Being mentally and physically tired

Isn’t as glam as a conspiracy theory

Is it?

She’s become your prey

You will stop at nothing

When she is carrion in your beaks

All you will do is repeat

“Freedom!”

 

You always found her flesh

Delicious

Didn’t you?