No Help

in #poetry7 years ago

“When you figure it out
Let us know
And we’ll be sure to
Ridicule you
Discredit your mental capacity
Question your grip on reality”

The answers are unwelcome
When the questions are
Aborted, unasked.
The solution is wasted
On humdrum conundrums
That rot from being ignored

Take your fine and
High falutin ideas
Back to where they came from
Then the resolution
Can swallow itself whole.

No one needs to know.
Conjecture is a nuisance
That is unwelcomed
And a pariah
A stranger to strangers.

~yombo