Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Required Maintenance Requisition -- Poetry 2011
Going to shut my overworked brain off
for the next 8+ hours for maximum efficiency.
Least when sleeping, it’s relatively quiet.
It just gets in the way most of the time.
It’s the part that worries that’s the problem;
constant whirring circulation of bad what if…
It’s the part that renews the passive victimitis…
that’s really where the major fault lies within.
How to out maneuver that tread on me policy?
No amount of time has changed it; it’s far too
embedded in the DNA – a cancer eating self-esteem
even when I think I’ve managed to change.
Maybe if I befriend it…
it is me, I am it… now what?
Required maintenance requisition sent
to the department of internal settings
demanding upgrade to non-victim status…