The parrot sits and plucks his feathers

depressed, can't escape its tethers

known for his intelligence

he can't stand the sound of silence

bad company is better than none

learning for him is fun

mimicing everything

not what he wants to sing

but sing he must

for owners lust

to earn his daily bread

loses his voice, doesn't get fed

people come to view

some, his appearance, they rue

he has himself bald

if he had a flame, he'd scald

their oohs and aahs, he finds confusing

Why do they find him amusing?

A sad song he sings

the death bell he rings

he wants to be free

your watching misery