Foul Mouth Parrot

I bought a parrot but he has a foul mouth.

I let him loose so that he could fly South.

But he came home again.

This proves that I can't win.

He says the F word two hundred times a day.

He offends everybody and drives them away.

Nobody will take this bird even though I offer to pay them.

I'm going out of my mind, it looks like I'm stuck with him.

I have the only parrot on Earth that's a sinner.

If he doesn't shut up, he's going to be my dinner.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a fictional poem.

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