Curious about my silent thoughts
Her tongue was wagging as her ears pricked up
She needled me with steel that she had brought
Her eyes glared like some fish that had been caught
Her face grew wrinkled , straining to pick up
Curious about my secret thoughts
Her hair stood up on end at my strange plight
Yet rudeness made her tongue and lips slip up
She fondled me with steel that she had brought
She looked as if she’d just encountered Light
She handed me some paper she’d ripped up
Hinting that she knew my secret thoughts
She baited me and cursed, I did not bite
I merely drank the tea from my own cup
She pitied me with condescension’s blight
Why was she so keen to offer me her traps
In places that she knew were off the map?
Curious about my silent thoughts
She stitched me up with needles she had brought
