Dreary Nonsense

Thank you
Surely that’s the last plant
Took a little extra
Get inside your head
You said
So what?
I said
What for?
Fight until we’re dead
That’s the next thought
Gur-gling through the backdoor entrance of your mind
Infecting and duplicating
Covert washing of your mind
Think so
Very very much so
Don’t know where your heads at
Worship millionaires
Witness
Reveling in death throe
Habitually reposed
Growing in the ground
Perhaps something less permanent
A reconfiguration mind
That’s you
At least you really think so
Better keep your head down
Don’t want to lose your mind