The Question

I have a question

For all the damned

As soon as I finish this meatball

No

It's definitely an eyeball

I could see the moon shining in it

Take a seat

This isn't a one-liner

If you're still standing, that is

And

Do not assume that I would assume

That you would assume that damnation is possible

What I mean

In a sense

Is

When I say "damned"

I'm saying,

"Things are not going how you'd be contently satisfied with"

But that's completely beside the point

What I'm trying to figure out

Is what's in front of and behind the point

Which is, unfortunately, unheard of

If I was only wearing a hat...

That way 

I'd be able to tip it to this anomaly

Which could or could not be served 

With Extra Virgin Olive Oil, on the rocks

Now,

If I did have a question

I wouldn't've asked you to sit down

I would've asked you to sit up

Because you need to open your eyes

And your mind

And your nose

And forget about your ears for once

Am I the only one

Who feels

That we are wasting 

A huge amount of time?

I hope so

Because I wouldn't want my boss to know

Or my teachers

Or my parents

This is something that shouldn't be ignored

This is something that should be honored

Because one day

You will look back 

And wonder:

"How much more time

Could I have wasted?"