Igor at Gunpoint

 

Everything important happens at night,

Remember?

                        This isn't a joke.

When I say so, you're gonna raise up your hands.

 

For years, your back to me made a continent.

I roamed it. Like wading the desert after dark.

 

Nice and slow. Now higher.

 

                                                  Far away voices

Reached me as indecipherable sound, sped past.

 

And when I say so, one at a time,

You're gonna empty your pockets.

 

You were a world, do you understand?

 

You—did I stutter?—

 

All night wind raced the plains. I lived there

Alone, not wanting to leave.

 

                                                 You. And you.

 

Sometimes, I want to remind you of something.

 

Don't fool with me. You'll get hurt.

 

I made you.

                      

 

                          Put down your arms.

 

 

                                                             This is over.

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