Poetry: Day 21

I call in my team of experts
To pore over our conversation
To analyse every word
Reduce every phrase to its base elements
And extract any subtext
I should be concerned about
If they find nothing
I shout at them
Send them back
Work harder! You fools.
There must be something there
Something to be afraid of
Something to run away from
Don’t you idiots understand?
Things aren’t
This good

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