What is this place, with these walls and these skies and these little tiny lies. The words that confine and the thoughts that rewind. The numbers, the letters some are my betters. What can you tell me about me? What can I tell you about you?The noise, oh the noise that annoys and avoids. Like a kick to the groin. A kick to the noun, an unsound noun that I found lying around down town.

Have you figured it out yet?