I need something to put my clothes on.
I could hang them on a tree.
Then everyone would see.
I could hide behind a bush.
Not to blush.
I was thinking of becoming a suicide bomber but I’m not sure what cause to do it for.
Possibly, ending war.
This may seem as from a different poem but you see I took a break.
Did I make a mistake?
That question is rhetorical, who are you, the Oracle?
27th October, 2016