A man, ten years ago, told
Me
My
Environment did not cause my insanity
My
Genes did
I followed him home one night, and I
Captured him
He’s now in my
Basement
Been there as
My prisoner for
Ten years now
To keep him from running,
I severed his Achilles tendons
To keep him from screaming,
I cut out his vocal cords
I own him
I own his environment
I am his world
I may let him free
One day, or, I may simply
Kill him
Regardless, his fate is totally up to
Me and my
Basement
I’m certain that the environment of my
Basement
Has caused him far more
Pain
Depression
Anxiety
And loss of
Sanity
Than any
Genetic
Abnormality
He was born with
Our
Environment
Has far more
Effect on
Us
Than does our
Genes
If
You Think
Differently,
My
Basement
Awaits
You
So that
You
Can prove
Me
Wrong