If there was any consolation to Scott
he had
a secret ambition
that he kept inside his shirt pocket
like a baby bird.
He fed it
worms of disgust
that ate
his rotten days
like corpses
that could no longer smile.
The worms lived in those days
and his baby bird was well fed.
Everybody wants to be a leader
to press the button.
Significance
at the end of a finger
like a sliver
pulled out
and worthless.
Scott decided Not
to be a leader.
There was too much trickery involved
All of them were servants
for the greater good.
That meant
they had to scrub the toilets
and clean the carpets.
If he protested
the actual leader
would say, “Don’t you want to be a leader?”
He was dressed in an expensive suit
and spoke to 500 people.
After his speech
he kept his distance
from the average man
but accepted the praise
of 80% of the women.
Scott fed his bird.
The leaders offered significance
to the crowd like candy
and had 99% of mankind.
The 1%
cannot be controlled.
They are dangerous
because they are useless.
Their significance comes from
strange
misunderstood things.
HR
is suspicious
of this employee
Never Employee of the Month
Always
on time.
Scott’s bird
cannot fly. It’s paralyzed by fear
and taken care-of by Scott. It has no worldly purpose.
“Don’t you believe in the fight?” His neighbor asked him, while
spraying his black BMW
with his green garden hose.
“I guess I do,” Scott said.
“History doesn’t make sense
without leaders, but I hope they both lose.”
The vultures circled overhead
while Scott fed his bird.
It’s easy to die
and difficult to live.
The birds are quiet now
Something has silenced their song
The worms devour the days
while Scott smiles.
Why is he still happy?
Powerful images you conjured here. Solid writing. A beauty. 💜
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Wow beautiful story in lines about Scott’s bird . Well shared thanks 👍👍
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