“What did you do?”

as if the men walked towards me in pairs of twos

the feeling of freedom’s gone like it flew

when the locks all screwed

like when something’s being brewed

and all you can feel is yourself not being flew

“What did you do?”

as if the birds cawed in their cages to be fed

the feeling of people going into dread

when the switches got flipped and everyone pled

like when the wires were shreds

and all you can feel is yourself becoming threads

“What did you do?”

as if the people bonked their heads and went blue

the feeling of when you realized everyone grew

when the two went soon

when the class clown became a loon

like when the bomb went off and it began the doom

and all you can feel is yourself becoming a fume