Incomprehension

Stick to the lines

Try not to twist your spine

Open your mouth and swallow swine

As your melancholic thoughts start to decline

Scream at your emperor

Tell him that you are sick of her

Tell him that you desire to be a conqueror

Reveal to him the real nature of her

Gleam at the unknown

Grasp the higher levels of the zone

Eat it voraciously as a dog would eat a bone

Remember that you are nothing but a drone

Yes, stick to the lines

Try not to twist your spine

Blink at the smell of the pine tree

This poem has nothing to do with me.