Green Peas at Stake

You Tell Me

You tell me:
What happens to love held back?

Does it effect a cure akin to an ointment
in worldwide renown
or does it turn into an accursed scorn
and dangle with indifference?

Does it croak
like a mutated frog,
then go jump in the lake?

Does it reek out of lazy armpits
not accepting any roll-ons
or does it turn into
a dastardly master
haunting your nightmares?

You tell me,
You should know.