The great artichoke

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The great artichoke​

And you care why?
And you care why?

Death nurtures my life in amniotic fluid.
Where my brain resides – yet I have no mother.
Nothing is my friend.

You come to me and view me as some sort of experiment.
Your object. Something to be pricked and poked at.
Learning each responsive stimulus, learning each different behaviour type.

This cage isn’t here, I can’t see any bars, yet you put them there.
Why?
Do you even know why?
Yet you keep doing it, you prod and poke.

There are walls of freedom unexplained.
Unexamined. Whispers that drone a sound of ignorance.
Do you ever wonder what they say?
What that reverberation really feels like to flow through your body?

Probing all the right areas. Focused on the outcome.
My teeth are grinding F’s and you still spit at me.
A four-word sentence – just so I can grab your attention.
Stopper on mouths before sex.
May as well be stoppers full stop.