by Chris Gustafson
Questions without answers have me cornered.
Without a thought in my mind, I just stare
My eyes fixate on the scared-shit parrot.
The answers were null and they went nowhere:
Medecine for asking what she not dare.
Silence stood, fear blasted, mercury flew.
It lasted almost two eternities,
Yet my eyes were still fixated on her.
Tell me, NOW where are your divinites?
Now all your fears will be revealed to me
Methinks that there is nothing wrong with me.
It is only what you yourself perceive.
Whatever you want to think is fine, but
You are a criminal for thoughts you thieve.
You WILL be punished for lies you believe.