By Samuel Jean-Baptiste
Enlisting the forces of 26 characters
And a little space, I invade your brain
Hold hostage the mind
I use these letters
To bind you like chains and fetters
Your thoughts confined
To my every jot and tittle.
Do I boast? Allow me a little,
But I do this, writing, for
I need it most.
A last stand,
A symbiote without a host,
The lone fellow at the prom,
Begging as a last demand, the
Last dance from a dame he dare not
Ask, much less utter her name.
Indeed, for shame, I write
To draw you in,
To empathize with me, not to
Rescind this plea.
I could present myself to you as a bouquet,
Red roses fresh.
Or I may
Use shock value like David Koresh
In order that I may free myself from my own
Timidity.
Therefore, I apologize for this captivity,
But I do declare you free.
To think like me.
