Chris Leermakers

Rookie - 323 Points (13/10/1974 / Melbourne, Australia)

Bad Birds (Bird Is Not The Real Word) - Poem by Chris Leermakers

It’s Getting Close - Any Time Now
By The Way
Don’t Ask Me How
Sometimes Moving Your Shadow
Let Us Soon Forget
On How We Met
Once In A Million? – No Better Yet

Where Did You Go?
What Did I Do?
Didn’t I Tell You The Truth?
Who’s To Know – The Better Clue?

What The Hell Happened
In The End, I Broke That Spell
It Lasted – Long
Long Is The Word, It Was A Bad Bird
Yes, Just Ask That Colorful Humming Bird
Cause' This Bird Knows That
Bird Is Not The Real Word

I Should Have Killed That Bad Bird
When I Had The Chance
Yeah I Told You
I Broke Its Spell
Why Am I In The Wrong? – Because
I’ve Spoken The Wrong Words?
Cause I Spent Some Shells?

I'm Ok Now - Always Clear
Near Here - Or Far
Even At My Favorite Local Bar

I Still Should Have Killed That Bad Bird
Instead I Clipped Its Wings
Dropping To The Ground
Into His Own Shit - But Just Gave Him A Sting

Yeah I
Should I Kill That Blackbird?
Will I Somehow Regret?
Maybe He Now
Wants Some More
Trying To Settle His Dark Score?

He’s Really Close Now
But I Aint Moving
Anywhere, Anymore
Neither Is My Shadow
Where Did He Go – To Hell And Back?
Who Really Knows
I Just Don’t Care If He Hangs Still
Even With The Good Crows

Well Now I’ve Killed That Bad Bird
It Was A Good Hit
Dropped To The Ground
This Time Not Missing
His Bottomless Misery Pit.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 2, 2013

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