Today, I’ve been NaPo-dared, challenged, and prompted to write a poem that provides five answers to the same question – without identifying the question.

Who Wants to Know?

Uno.
You may want to sit down for this
because it depends on how
we approach such a sensitive subject.

Dos.
Well, everyone is different.
So, on the average, statistically speaking,
somewhere in the middle with you.

Tres.
Good question. But if I tell you,
I’ll have to kill you,
and I love you. Now you go.

Cuatro.
Do you mean, like literally?
Compared to what? Like,
right now? Well, metaphorically, shazam!

Cinco.
Locked and loaded,
so let me think it over and I promise,
I’ll get back to you on that. Maybe tomorrow.

Look both ways and consider all options before answering the man’s question.
Mind the silence of the gaps and remember to call your lawyer.