My Parrot
Marooned,
Shipwrecked;
A pirate without a parrot is a wound
But how does he pick his object?
Circumspect,
Retrospect
Any way to reflect
Not fed by a silver spoon
Turns this man into a loon.
I, myself, am not immune
And if found in a strange lagoon,
Fate itself would have checked
A revelation otherwise opportune.
And, though this far, I have trekked,
I am still not sure what I would bring.
Perchance (like the buccaneer) a beloved pet,
Or a mound of flashy bling.
It seems to me that my best bet
Would be a positive mindset
(So as to refrain from any regret
When left only with internet).
Yet it appears a thing
I should never need to wring
My hands over, for as a king
Of, essentially, anything,
Any sense of upset
Of the situation, the whole thing,
Could never be as bad as college debt!