Something has invaded
My psyche
Playing love songs
To my ego
Clawing its way
To the frontal lobe
As it masturbates my mind
From shallow waters to
Exultant jubilee
Making deals
Of quid pro quo
Words unread
With a half moon smile
Blurring the lines
A closed button hole
With a commanding voice
To like the page
Or blood will flow
From hatchets
Without a face
The neighborhood changing
Cut and paste
