Army This

For starters and I'm not paying for them
we are riddled with meaning, anxiety, cancer
we are all riddled with bullets, guilt, arthritis
all the essentials, a fine platter to share

My scalp is on fire
my invisible head rests on your marble shoulder

I am riddled with all the answers
and none of the solutions

Riddle me this riddle me that
riddled with the clap, with the tism

And don't call me the complication
you've been the conundrum all along
you're a closed book with answer
christmas tree, piano, fridge

You're a riddle wrapped inside a rebus, lost
in a labyrinth, a puzzle twisted inside a rhyme
you're a riddle with answer wardrobe

Riddled with unnecessary feelings
riddled with un .  .  .  .  . certainty
a riddle with umbrella as the answer
and now, we retire to our rooms

Pervaded
with deceit and errors with fear and gout
Transfused
with head lice and ink, jokes and mistakes
Saturated
with parasites questions and regret
Flooded
with stress and scars and sickness