Birdbrains
By Susan Jarvis Bryant
“When you control a man’s thinking you do not have to worry
about his actions.” —Carter G. Woodson
If we just parrot newspeak without blinking
And push prize poppycock as logic fails,
We’re cuckoo and we’ve given up on thinking.
Our minds will end up shriveling and shrinking,
Our eyes will glaze with vision-misting scales,
If we just parrot newspeak without blinking.
If we are oozing schmooze that’s stale and stinking,
If we trounce truth with tailor-made tall tales,
We’re cuckoo and we’ve given up on thinking.
The buoyant heart’s susceptible to sinking,
The shimmer of the spirit always pales,
If we just parrot newspeak without blinking.
If Kool-Aid is the beverage we’re drinking
While treading balderdash and bunkum trails,
We’re cuckoo and we’ve given up on thinking.
Brainwashed flocks don’t see the devil slinking
Between the lines where wickedness prevails…
If we just parrot newspeak without blinking
We’re cuckoo and we’ve given up on thinking.
