Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

Poem

Make a scene

Make it wild

Make the dancefloor come alive

I will be here

Making a scene

But making

Hatred come alive

Not your silly dancefloor

Make the people I tried to impress

Instead

Turn and look

Like tigers at a duck in

A

Trap

There

Is not

Place for

Lonely loners to run home

If the loners

Are different

unless they hide

A single phrase

Can

Make me

Make a scene

Yet

Yet

Yet

Love

may win

But is love the same

As trickery?

Am I on the winning side?

How will I be

Remembered

If I were to leave this

Place

But I will never leave

And as such, enevr find out

Is it wrong

For me to weigh justice

And call it my employer?

Am I making justice my bounty hunter?

Is a simple

"You are

Mistaken"

A half truth:

Is the correct answer "You are mistaken

Because"

And the needless memories

Running through my

Head

If I were

Alone

With the monsters in my brain

Would I be able to fight against them

Is a long and rambling exposition the answer to any of life's great problems

When is

The truth necassaery

And

when

Do you lie?

I am not a simple snake

One that

Sits in the garden

I am the human, who

Sits and ponders

But why is my pondering

So complex?

Why not be the snake

ANd be a direct messager

And not hide a truth that I barely can fathom myself

When can I lie

And call it the truth,

and when can I tell teh truth, and say it is a lie

When am I the guilty, and when

am I the master tactician

Who plans great plans

I cannot fathom why

I may never impress

Those who I already

Know

But I may lie my innocent half truth lie

For one day more

And one day more

And one week more

And one month more

And one year more

And one lifetime more.