Rods and Rings (Poem)

Rods and rings

Needles that sting

Ink that’s black

Onlookers have no tact

Stop looking

There’s nothing I’m cooking

I just like them

Yes, I know that hymn

I don’t need Jesus

But the question never ceases

I’m fine

Get in line

I don’t want help

Please don’t yelp

Seriously okay

You don’t have to stay

I won’t hurt myself

No, I don’t have wealth

Hate the sneers

I don’t do it for cheers