And that morning,
right after
my sun
climbed and
played inside
the dew,
it was
that morning
they told
me of something
so much
larger than
all my insides,
and right
After, when
I asked
"How come and Why?",
they gave me some sh**,
a little flier labled:
'Don't Question It.'
D.Q.I., it makes
sense, don't lie,
sense to
give away
every part,
every side, every bend
give it all
just to be the same
at all our end
give it all
you won't feel
anything
in your shelled out brain.

<<<<<<runs around in squirrel circles, picking up nut shells in disgust. NUTS empty of MEAT - tosses 'em aside>>>>>>>>>starts to scamper off, but WAIT, what ifffffffff<<<<<<<stomps back to the empty shells. Picks them up. Looks at the shells, looks down at the softness of the ground, looks back at the shells and begins placing them to form a path. Yesssss, everything has purpose and use.

Yo different, I see what you mean
I wrote this one about religions and how they offer all the answers, but you're never supposed to question it, just obey. Hence the shelled-out brain.