(Instead, I won't.)
I could fill the walls inside my brain with yellow sticky-notes...
These questions do not breathe,
nor do they know how to read,
They are both dead and dumb.
I could move on and ask new questions instead
(Maybe I will)
And then do my best (cause I can read) to organize my head,
or ask the old ones till I'm hoarse
and beat the answers like a horse,
and I'm no better off than the poor mare