Getting Caught

Beware of the energy vamp

Beware of where they camp

They are looking for you

To turn your mind into goo

With their senseless stories

Feels like your head’s been hit by a lorry

Over and over again

The pain never seems to end

All that useless chatter

What does it really matter

On and on, and on and on they go

Where they stop nobody knows

They’re filling my head full of junk

It’s putting me in a funk

None of it makes any sense

Is there a way to build a mental fence

To stop the onslaught

I’m always getting caught

How does speech

Morph into a leech

To tap you dry

I’m gonna cry

Not really

I’m just being silly

They all need a group hug

And a big sloppy kiss on the mug

I almost forgot to mention

They need YOUR attention

This is a public service announcement from potentially disruptive.

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11 thoughts on “Getting Caught

  1. Prior to this I had never heard the word lorry. I guess technically I still have yet to hear it, as I read it and suspect I pronounced it correctly.

    Fun poem, flows well, I enjoyed it.

    P.S. BTW I thought I followed your blog over two months ago so if I unfollowed it by accident I am sorry, but I have returned. 🙂

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