Interrogating Page
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
Listen Page
I had you brought hither
To answer some questions
Let me shine the lamp
More directly on you
If at any time you
Should feel yourself
Incriminated
In any way
Feel free to ask
For counsel, Now,
Where were you last night?
When this heinous act
Of writing occurred
Come, come we know you were
There at the time, own up.
Reliable witnesses
Place you at the scene
Of this gruesome
Literary concoction
(some even think
you were behind it
all the time)
me and you
we know better
don’t we Page
you’re just the poor
innocent dupe
aren’t you Page?
They will put you away
A long time, for this.
Think it over, Page.
Don’t act so blank,
Guilt it is written, all over
Your face, white face
All crumpled up
With concern
Of being discovered
A fraudulent, plagiarized
Piece. Come clean Page,
And we wont be so hard on you
(We can clean your slate
If you co-operate)
Don’t write off
Your life, Page
Think of the future
Life is a long time.
Who was your accomplice?
That blasted ballpoint?
The cold-blooded poet?
Speak up Page!
Can’t hear you.
This is your last chance,
Come clean!
No response? Playing dumb?
Have it your own way
Actually, I think
I’ll enjoy seeing
You go up in Flames!