Some live in a world of forget-me-nots,

Arrival notices, scrapbook pages.

My world barks departure announcements, 

Summons agreements,

Forget-me-too's.

I sit in detention 

For asking a question,

And it was an honest one

But questions are known

For corrupting the youth,

And other subversive actions,

Crimes apparently punishable by death.

So I await my execution,

Maybe the world has found a way

This time, to put me out of my misery.

Oh, it's only hemlock!

I had that for breakfast, yesterday!

-jenn