The first time he saw a purple bird
his mouth foamed
My family and i had to hold down his vicious shakind body
and throw him into a pit that we built from the raw rhynes of love
just for him
At night sometimes we hear his roars
We feed him meat and apple pie
The sugar calms the posessed fruit bats that reside in him
All my friends and i
We chant spells that illuminate the night
Spells that curse the purple bird
We miss jack.
I know, the dark and vile pit is comfortable
but that still does not disdain the irrevocable fact that
that we deeply miss you besty
We will chant with hills of smoke and the smell of burning flowers
We will chant till the purple bird finds you
And reverses the curse
Because that is what friends are for :)
