Popinjay Tree

Popinjay Tree long poem

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I have a tree tall, virid, and shady.
Like the moon I see from my car-
It follows me and shines all the way!

Some like me glance at it as they pass by-
while many linger under it like a boudoir!
Still, there it stands tall exuberantly!

It’s leaves are virid with greed and jealousy-
yet shady with indifference and spar!
Deceit for comfort, what a bawdry!

From a distance you can see its fruits-
Yellow, red, peachy, green, with char!
Colors meant to shroud a soughing harpy!

Unlike other trees its fruits are wordy-
yet bewitching, playing hearts like a sitar!
Walk by, sit, or glance, each to his thee!

Yellow psychopaths ripe with torment aptly-
sing acapellas so cagey for pourboire!
Czars crossing morality’s boundary!

Red with compulsion they perfect farcy-
of daily fibber with habit and savoir!
One bite sends wrong blurring right lividly!

Peachy with libel and candid rails so cheeky-
even to a commissar and a cavalier-
their twists seem so bonnie!

Green with bona fide yet so boozy-
they accessorize reality with a mylar!
How can something be so sinewy and brawny?

My tree gives and takes fruits brambly!
My tree is every popinjay’s lodestar-
that is found in every head, society, and country!

Between being vain and a liar is a very thin line… this poem sheds light on both liars and popinjays!

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