Experiment

[The Dork Lord]

What kind of bizarre experiment?
You want to know. Missing
The point entirely, once again.
What is life, but an experiment?
Outcomes changed by observation.
No one knows the intended result
Until their heart finally stops.

You’re reading this right now
I see you. Sweaty and pale.
Teeth gritted forehead vein bulging.
Repeating the same three words
“EMO GIRL BULLSHIT”
Over(EMO) and over (GIRL)
again (BULLSHIT)
You know deep down
(EMO GIRL) cynicism
(BULLSHIT) is the only answer
Fiddle or don’t (EMOGIRL)
(BULL)Rome burns (SHIT) anyway

This is the first new one
The others were from the vault
But you knew that, didn’t you
Something’s different this time
The hairs on the back of your neck
Are pointing east, instead of west
You can almost see me crawling
Through the fourth wall
Right through your monitor
You need to clean this place

This is the experiment:
You are the rat
These words are the maze
I am the thing that finds you
When you don’t find the cheese

 

[jack]

and no, I knew not much about your poetry, except that infuriated Figaro.

I enjoy the way you express yourself.

 

[Elrod]

Okay, Pickle, I apologize. I will stop making fun of your poetry.