The question is asked,

It’s the same every time,

so I close my eyes,

dreaming of something new,

dreaming of a place,

where suffering is something few,

people have to face,

and the question is not asked,

so come with me,

let us be free,

to be who we are,

without judgement or hate,

without others telling you,

how you should live your life,

for when they lay down in bed,

in their putrid shit of lies,

they care naught for you,

or how you bend in pain,

then you ask it again,

the question asked evermore,

the question?

What’s Twenty-nine times forty-four,

don’t think it’s easy,

don’t be so smug,

because the answers not,

one thousand, two hundred and seventy-six.