This isn't poetry
This pen isn't blue
One of these boxes is true
I can't read, can you?
Is here a metaphor?
Roses to romance, onions to ogres?
This isn't poetry
It's a hostage situation
I'll give you these words
If you make the cars stop
If you make the time stop
If you make my life stop
Just everything stop.
I'll up the ransom
More impossible demands
But could you at least stop
The man staring at me?