Best Interrogation Poems
"I would rather be on a leaky ship that is mine, than aboard a more seaworthy vessel going where I don't wish it to go"—Poet's alter ego
Yes, I know what I’m doing
I’m the master of my fate
The captain of the sinking ship
Seeking harbor in ports whether safe or rocky
With gusto I plow through uncharted frontiers
Why do I do these things to myself? you ask
Perhaps I’m a rebel in search of what's unbeknownst
to me, in search of virgin long lost horizons pristine
Horizons others deem unreachable
I’m bold, brash and yeah sassy, brassy
And irrepressible! You can’t love me you see,
I’m a Lonewolf, and it's quite fine, to be…
Untamed as the wild northern wind
Sweeping the prairies with a gusting woman’s surge
Nature's raw elements try in vain to halt my advances
But I laugh and mock at Mother's efforts
Although I’m tossed and torn
In the grips of Her relentless tempests,
Her storms of fury suppressing, oppressing
Her stern and staid demands to obey, tame and domesticate
You may say I’m the constructor of my own chaos
A free-spirit, challenging myself
My integrity intact, place not your pity on me
Respect is my hallmark and independence,
my calling.
Let the interrogation begin the Walnut King said.
I woke up tied to a steak. It was raw and rancid.
Slimy on the surface, and I was also.
What did I do? I asked.
SILENCE! The Walnut King yelled.
Someone played taps on a bugle.
I sensed things were not going well for me.
I struggled to loosen my ropes.
They fell off easily, apparently my captors were not wise.
OFF WITH HER BED! The Walnut King roared.
A bunch of acorn soldiers came rushing toward me.
They were short, so I leapt over them easily and ran for my life.
When I turned to look they were getting rid of my meat bed.
I guess the Walnut King knew just enough English to not be too dangerous….
His name was Brett,
and sitting me in his hot seat
I felt a little anxious,
as I writhed and wiggled,
wanting to escape,
all the while trying
not to hyperventilate...
He proceeded to interrogate me
with a bright light in my face,
asking me all kinds of questions,
for his case..
I knew he was going to use
some tools from his trade,
so I just sat there cool like,
trying not to be afraid,
Then he picked and prodded at me
and got me all ruffled,
and my answers would only come out
all slurred and muffled,
He then gave me 2 shots
which didn't help the interrogation,
because I just ended up being numb
to the situation,
But the intense drilling kept on
and I tried to keep cool,
I wouldn't break that easily
that was my golden rule,
Then he went so far as to squirt water
at my gaping face,
and I quickly swallowed it up,
my mouth feeling like a
cottonmouth snake,
Before I knew it
the interrogation and torture
session was done,
and even though it was agony,
and I felt like a zombie,
thought at least I survived
and like some victory I had won...
As I stood up wobbly, ready to go,
Brett turns and escorts me out the door,
and says in his southern drawl,
"Now that wasn't so bad,
you seem to have a
high threshold for pain,
heres a new toothbrush
and I'll see you again!"
Self-Interrogation
by Odin Roark
How carefree the traipsing inward
Responsibly free
Charging capsules
Poured golden or clear liquid
As acceptable excuse
Yet once inside
Accountability rears its head
Or heads
Never doubt guilt’s pernicious way
Whether alone
Engaged in barstool profundity
Or slumped against an alley wall
Like a magnet to the tongue
One purges
One releases
Realities better left buried
Yet
Extrication involuntarily weeps
Yesterday’s measured and careful calculation
Now but a melted glacier of ill founded confidence
A flood that will ultimately evaporate
Or find an estuary of temporary repose
One’s next morning
Via aspirin or not
Consciousness relives
What might be remembered
As progress toward…
Perhaps
For others
The hours and minutes
Seconds and milliseconds
Will be counted
Come sundown,
One’s glass is full again
Such beings peer languidly
Through reflections
Swirling memories
Determined to sip tenuously
Wanting to merely understand
There must be something behind those eyes
Alluring secret on thine eyes
Beneath this ground, of wooden floors
A chamber hidden so well within
There must be something behind those eyes
Alluring secret on thine eyes
Your body shakes of such news
To tell, your reasons do apply
About your fear of what doom?
A secret, of what? Do tell me soon!
1.Positive confrontation.Advise the suspect that the
evidence has led the Police to the individual as a suspect.
2.Offer the person an early opportunity to explain why the
offense took place.
3.Try to shift the blame away from the suspect to some other
person or set of circumstances that prompted the suspect to
commit the crime.That is,develop themes containing reasons
that will psychologically justify or excuse the crime.Themes
may be developed or changed to find one to which the accused
is most responsive.
4.Try to minimise the frequency of suspect denials.
5.At this point,the accussed wil often give a reason why he or
she did not or could not commit the crime.Try to move this to
move towards the acknowledgement of what they did.
6.Reinforce sincerity to ensure that the suspect is receptive.
7.The suspect will become quieter and listen.Move the theme
of the discussion toward offering alternatives.If the suspect
cries at this point,infer guilt.
8.Pose the alternative question giving two choices for what
happened;one more socially acceptable than the other.The
suspect chooses,guilt is admitted.There is always a third option
which is to maintain that they did not commit crime.
9.Lead the suspect to repeat the admission of guilt in front
of witnesses and develop corroborating information to establish
the validity of the confession.
10.Document the suspect's admission or confession and
have him or her prepare a recorded statement written.
Note.Zafar Khan Supari you are guilty of a criminal offense.
Interrogation
by JD DeHart
Bright spotlight
displays the quiver
and sullying squirm
of bare blood red humanity,
pushed back in the chair,
beaten for truth.
The Interrogation of Prince Charming
By Elton Camp
When the prince appears with the charms
The fair maiden blindly falls into his arms
Glenda was a maiden prone to investigate
Before getting into a situation she’d hate
Was it worthwhile to elope with the prince?
She was determined to count the expense
“Have you a castle that belongs only to you
Or will your parents be living in there too?”
“How many ex-wives do you have to support?
Will you agree no new maidens to court?”
“Can you prove that you don’t have STD
Because that is extremely important to me”
“You are just a bit too charming in a way
Are you absolutely sure you aren’t gay?”
Only after Glenda has thoroughly inquired
Did she decide he was the prince she desired
A question that's no longer needed
For its answer is largely unheeded
Where'd you go on vacation? ~
Grocery shopping & the gas station
Superman, Batman, and Spiderman
you too. I have a burning question
about what you guys do.
You save the world from evil am I
correct?....
And in doing so you've gained the
worlds respect.
But that's not my question before
you interject...
Its just that I've noticed somethings
that you guys neglect
Who will save you when its all said
and done?
You must know every battle can't be
won?
When you die will your legacy live
on?
Do any of you even have sons?
My interrogation here is almost
done
If you won't answer those questions
please answer this one..........
Are the tight body suits necessary or
do you wear them for
And I
From the Nebo of my knees
Searched earth, sea and sky
In vain
For what I need I already was
And what I am to be I am
Creature of his hands
He who is
And never was
And never can be to be
For his eternity
Is one now
One absolute moment
That consumes me
Into his omnipresence
Where existence
Has no plurality
For what is absolute
Must exist
Essential and only truth
Infinite
And beyond me
The finite understanding falling
For worship at his feet.
And I
From the Pisgah of my faith
Comprehend fragments
Of manifestations
Emboweled in the eternal omnipresence
Of the omniscient One.
I feel so intense
Along with shaky and scared.
They ask me questions
And I give them some answers,
But not the answers they want.
rubbed me the wrong way
the way that you came at me
can not stand the way that
you approached me so suddenly
invading my space with your
unwanted unnecessary
unwarranted interrogation
I am being interrogated about the void.
But the void is not complete without me.
Each day, being permeated again.
With a whisper that drags me.
With the strong grip of a lonely shadow.
I am not complete without the void.
do you come here often?
do you live around here?
how is the weather?
have you heard what the weather
will be like tomorrow?
do you know what the weather is
supposed to be like for the rest
of the week?
what did you do this weekend?
what are you planning to do this
coming weekend?
what do you do for a living?
how old are you? what is your
favorite color? are you married?
are you single?
do you have a boyfriend?
girlfriend?
are you looking to meet someone?
what do you do when you’re not at
work?
are you in college?
what did you go to college for?
what kind of car do you drive?
do you take the subway to work?
do you travel?
where have you been?
do you like the movies?
what is your favorite film?
who is your favorite actor?
do you like music?
what’s your favorite band?
what’s your favorite record?
does it go round & round &
round & round & round & round
round & round & round & round
round & round & round & round
round & round & round & round
round & round & round & round
round & round & round & round
round & round & round & round
again.
until you physically leave this interrogation
on foot
running for the hills---
it will just continue
& you will only want more and more to beat your head against the
wall
until you lose consciousness.