Questions Bereft Of Answers Poem by John Sensele

I ask why I live in a flask
To hide my pride
To chide and deride every task
Better to stem my indifference tide.

I ask why I feed on crumbs
To lead a life lost in poverty
To bite and fight my own thumbs
When in style I can bask in novelty.

I ask why I love in secret
To osculate in dark corners
To communicate like an egret
To conceal my amity antennas.

I ask why I earn peanuts
To eke out a meagre living
To metamorphose friends into butts
Of my banter when I need forgiving.