if in doubt
/ poetry

whispered your jammer right through this brain
anymore of that will drive me insane
your passivity to my squeel
managing my feelings like a deal

pushed your moral propaganda into these ears
you dind’t live them yourself for years
hypocritic statement to guide my way
failed to create a home to stay

delivered my childhood right in your hand
you never realized it then, I understand
but why prolong it for all this time
and have the guts to ask me ‘are you fine ?’

– we didn’t notice this case
we didn’t get a motiv at that stage
(if in doubt consult your dealer)