they frame it with bars and plexiglass portholes adding shackles and chains for each one of its pains they slap on a label...another...another it tears off its skin and is new once again they ceaselessly find yet another dire passage nineteen-lettered words meaning nothing, not real if the label's defied then truth must be denied they go back to their books better that, than to feel... so frightened and frantic, these minds trapped in boxes we must name it! contain it! make it one of us! and they struggle, these 2Ds, to pilfer its trust while it changes again...beyond time...paradoxes... if you can't understand it just lock it up tight inject it with drugs hear it wail through the night ignore all those qualms as it opens you wide whatever it takes just to cloud those bright eyes it won't sleep it won't quiet it's immune to all ploys - makes you wonder at methods those whitecoats enjoy do they smell disinfectant? it smells only fear do they see how they've run from the honesty here? and when tickers toll five and it's left half alive they stroll out to their lincolns and off to their feast where their money and power kill every last flower they've met a lost angel yet perceive only "beast!" HTML, graphics*, poem, dividers, tiles and foils ©Copyright 2004-2016 SnaykeSkyns Digi-graphix® All rights reserved. *Main image a merge of two photos courtesy of free photos. Font used is Adriattica. NO unauthorized reproduction of this page, in whole or in part, in any form, is permitted.