Look how they act; look how they do;
like rats in a maze - ant's behind glass...
what would happen if I raised a lens;
and made them burn or tossed around
the turtle on a beach to watch him struggle?

Like watching paint dry on a wall or smell glue;
small talk so inane, insatiable, swirling brass...
What is so desirable in chosen ones;
are the stand-up puns at all so sound?
Or is it just like a hoarcrux to a muggle...

Am I nauseous, little sick or out blue;
the doctor gave up his office last
time I visited for my CAT and was gone!
Good riddance, never liked his taunt:
judging my nature with stamped ogle.

What should I wear? I got no clue;
I got nifty shades of think fast --
After all is wrapped up, Job is done;
his friends are still sour like on a haunt...
Should I stalk some books and gobble...

What would happen if I cut food
from it's source and would not taste.
Letting it rot away to behold like a drone;
how the flies gnaw away... hosting like a gaunt
to add to the deceit with eased gentle...