No Parroting

Polly wanna cracker

And you give it to her good

Fill her full of emptiness

Fill her full of wood

Tell her what she ought to say

Once, twice, again!

Tell her she’s a pretty girl

Tell her you’re her friend

Lock her in a cage at night

Scarf over her eyes

Yes, Polly wants a cracker

And Polly wants her lies

Because Polly couldn’t bear it

If those rumors were true

If there was a higher calling

If there was anything beyond you

Yes, Polly wants her cracker

And you give it to her good

But know that as her teacher

You pay a price.

You should.

                                          --unAsleep

James 3:1

1My brethren, be not many masters, knowing that we shall receive the greater condemnation.