THE VISITOR: Who's there? *he hears distant voices then an old man appears*
Eek! Who are you?
THE MASTER: Welcome to a place of things
You've never seen before
By which you life
Does not obey
The laws of felony and lore
You sought rebellion
In a gesture
That would lead you to your deuce?
Oh, dotard! Cursed be you!
ANGIE: But father...
THE MASTER: What? I say the truth!
Might as well take a chair
Or two
For I see eyes that feel no blue
And by the panoply of facts
Of my existence
Should I feed to urge to know
ANGIE: Father...
THE MASTER: Silence, youth! The elder's speaking
Listen to yourself - a ticking
In the head
That drives you mad?
ANGIE: He's a child, like me!
Oh father! Why don't you come sit
By reading
Table on a sofa squeaking
And have privacy while I attend
To understand the boy's concerns?
THE MASTER: Angie, dear, my doing's gentle
He should have a seat
Not I
For this young man has violated
My five hundred second law
THE VISITOR: What the fuck? I don't-
THE MASTER: You shouldn't! I am fond
Of way you chose to be
This now
This hour
THE VISITOR: But I don't even know the place!
THE MASTER: Oh, foolish man! Oh dotard! *sits down*
I would have your head cut sleek
If I'd be as I was one day
The place
This place is...
ANGIE: Father, don't! It might be secret!
THE MASTER: Nonsense!
Nothing makes me say the decree of
Today's encounter
As the eyes of this young man!
Thus, listen carefully,
Sonny,
I have known and fled in life
Just as much gunnies
And you will see on your
Five foot tall shirt
What an outfit! Phew!
THE VISITOR: Hey! That's my Eminem t-shirt!
What the hell you want from me and
Who the hell you are?
THE MASTER: *smiles* So
Shall it start...
