Poetry: No Idea

No Idea

What?

When?

How?

Why?

I have no ideas–do you?

I don’t understand.

I don’t get it.

I have no ideas.

I can’t think.

My brain is crowded,

I can’t think.

I don’t know.

Maybe I need fresh air.

I can’t think.

My brain is dead,

maybe zombies ate it,

because I don’t know.