I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Story Bone

A talking parrot that chooses their own name.

2 comments:

Dan Berlyoung said...

Makes me want to tell my parrot joke. Sorry, can't type it. It's an audio/visual one. Quite funny though. I'll bend your ear with it if you stop by this weekend.

Steve Buchheit said...

A man breaks into a house and is rummaging through the bedroom drawers looking valuables when he hears, "Jesus is watching."

He stands up, alarmed, and looks around, although he doesn't see anybody. So after a moment he goes back looking for valuables when he hears, "Jesus is watching," again.

This time he turns on his flashlight and sees a bird cage with a parrot in it. The parrot says, "Jesus is watching," again.

The thief relaxes a bit and says, "Pretty bird, what's your name?"

"I'm John the Baptist," says the parrot.

"That's a funny name. Who named you that?," says the thief.

The parrot replies, "The same guy who named the rottweiler Jesus."