Why then, do you persist? <br />Why can you not see <br />that shutting your trap <br />at the very moment <br />that a pistol is pressed <br />against your temple <br />might be a wise move? <br /> <br />Don't answer that. <br /> <br />Your little birdie, <br />with its dishevelled plumage <br />is with me now. <br />And the secret is out, <br />stirrers are born, <br />most of them, you see. <br /> <br />Some, however, <br />are conceived in <br />the twilight <br />of <br />loneliness.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-sign-of-lobotomy/
