Conspiring parrots

I have two
parrots
I have no idea
why
black heads and
beaks
loud glass breaking
screeches
calls
like someone was
raping them
simultaneously

we battle every
morning
they are fearless
knowing
their screams
have the power
to melt wax
protected
eardrums
into bloody
drool

I scream “shut up!”
a dozen times after
sun up
I throw hairbrushes
phonebooks
even a spoon
once
never a direct
hit

sitting atop their
cage
looking down
they shamelessly
cackle in parrot
about driving me
mad
as if I didn’t
know

they require
fresh water in their
bath daily
preferably before
8:00 am
they demand first
bite of
everything
not to mention
afternoon
sunning

but the worst
the very worst
is their love of
weed
all of it
bud and seed
stems as well

they watch carefully
and devise plans
within plans
raid any baggy
left unattended
then hang upside
down
as if I didn’t know
a stoner’s tell

J. Masuda © 2004
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heh heh We have more in common than I thought.
My parrot come in a large green suit.. named Max. He tries to trick me by sounding like the phone... I'm onto him.