Bad News

 "What do you choose, what do you use?

The fiction, the diction, or the ooze?

Cannot relate, cannot partake,

it's the grime, the goblins, or the lake,

Cannot acquit, cannot relate...

They say the rabbit is at the gate,

Of boredom, Mordor, answers, true...

But his insanity, huh, it's always new...

Take one nickel, take a dime,

 explain these things one at a time...

If his answer's always true,

what the hell's been done to you?"

Poetry