Broken Perches

sylviasearcher

What’s the point?
In not being a scumbag
If you’re at least half a scumbag
Anyway
Im not sure
If I’m talking about
Them? You? Or Me?

Half filled with liquor
Half filled with sugar and salt
Half filled with all that wasn’t 
And still could be

Taste it

Disappointment 

Mine? 
Yours?
Theirs?

The Lego parrot is on the floor.

Lost at least a leg and half his perch 
Maybe I’ll fix it in the morning 
Maybe 
I won’t

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 2nd, 2022 12:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • asrealastheycome

    “Half filled with liquor
    Half filled with sugar and salt
    Half filled with all that wasn’t
    And still could be”

    Absolutely loved this part..you killed it with this one

    • sylviasearcher

      Killed the Lego parrot too…

      Thank you for seeing / feeling/ noticing something in these lines x

      • asrealastheycome

        It’s my pleasure , your words paint a picture where I feel like I’ve known you .. if that makes sense lol

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