Feh!
Look at you, sitting there!
Back all scrunched into itself,
staring into your brick of light.
Doesn’t it get… boring?
I was trapped in stone for over a millenia.
That’s boring.
I almost lost my mind!
Luckily, I’d already lost it long, long before.
I’m sorry, is this not enough of a poem for you?
Would you like it to rhyme, will that make it do?
I don’t know why I try and appease those so undroll and uncouth.
I used to only appease myself, you know.
Then I got reformed - at least that’s how the story goes.
I’m sorry, is this boring you?
1,000 years in stone boring you?
No, I thought not.
I should be allowed to think!
I should be allowed to talk!
I should be allowed to strum on and on, if I want.
Oh come on, you really are no fun.
As much as I love a monologue, a little attention could do.
A nod of the head.
Just one, come on.
It’s not like anyone’s looking is it?
Just one nod.
There you go!
Thank you.
I like to be seen.