Where The Summerhouse Once Stood.

Out of curiosity,
you'll say,
who made the Earth?
Who made me?
Do they control me now
or just then?

I've no answers
for such things.
I've no anything for that matter.

And for that,
you'll fight me,
tooth and nail.
I've got no better options,
so I'll accept.

You'll grit your teeth
spit out sentences and facts.
It won't be worth your time.
Before you know it,
we'll be in Minnesota, I promise.

Then you can blame me.