Psychologist

If you were a piece of fruint
What fruit would you be?

Why does the answer define
What and how we think
To a man whose read
The book full of riddles

A game of half questions
Where the answer seems to say
More than what you meant it to

Judging with knowing
Since when did
half arsed interpretation
Become a profession?

Your pretty pictures won’t
Tell you who I am

You’re thick rimmed glasses
Can’t see through me

Your mind can’t read
Like you think it can

Because you won’t admit it
We’re just like you