No! I’m No Parrot!

No! I’m no parrot!

Nuts
Nuts and cans
Nuts and cans and horses
Plastic white elephants lying on the ground – on the grey grey rocky-rough, stony-grey grey ground
deadly – they seem so dead, dead and grey
(Are you mopping up the butcher’s floor?)
On the grey grey cold rusty ground
Plastic white chairs under the net
Staring at you – waiting – FOR YOU
Waiting and waiting and yet waiting and STILL waiting
Just for you
I never know what you are thinking
(What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? What?)
I never know what you are thinking.
Canning
Canning and cunning nuts
Nuts, nuts
Nuts
Nuts on the trees and nuts in my mouth
Nuts on the trees and nuts in the house
Nuts on the trees and nuts for the bees
The bees, the bees, the busy busy bzzzzz bees
Flying and dying flying and dying flying and flying and flying and dying

It is still snowing – still snowing – nearly December and still snowing, nearly November and still snowing, nearly October and yet and still and but but yet it’s still snowing

Counting (COUNT!), count the amount
Count the amount of treasure
Count the amount of tragedy
Count the amount of your treasure tragedy
Tragic life
Your tragic life is mine
Take what’s mine – be my guest!
My home is your home – be my guest, dear, be my guest, darling, be my guest and rest, rest – just rest
Be my guest.
Take what’s mine – take whatever is mine – take take and never fake
Never
Never fake
Take
Take it or leave it
Take it or leave it
Or just leave
Leave
Just leave
And never come back
Don’t look back – do not look back just leave and close the door behind you
I will lock it when you’re gone
I still’ve got the key somewhere – it must be somewhere, I just need to find it, but I know it’s somewhere here, around here it is, it surely is, it must be – I know that for sure! – it just must be somewhere around here

I was like a beautiful colourful parrot in the middle of ravens, she said, I was like a parrot, a colourful parrot in the middle of black dark ravens
“No!”, she said, “No! You’re no parrot – you’re a butterfly – a colourful and beautiful butterfly in the middle of black dark black ravens” she said and then she gave me socks
Socks with butterflies and stripes
Butterflies and stripes, stripes and dots, stripes and dots and butterflies
All of them coloured in hundreds of colours
(So colourful)
Lying on the wooden floor of my locked room, lying on the wooden floor of my locked room when I came back from home they were just lying there on the wooden floor of my locked room in a pastel-yellow plastic bag, just big enough for the twelve pair of socks, or maybe six, I don’t know but the bag was full – full
The bag was full of socks, socks and more socks
Because I was a parrot
No!
I was a butterfly.