EarWorm

Mind Bound to form, expressioning itself in expose, Borne of fatal attraction and Hell, candied fermentation fomented from randeed runon senses, where weakened defenses dwell. Chorus : of whispers creviced in the air, wormhole-ear2ear, promising satisfaction dear. Echoes soulful melody to bear. Open channel buggery, bugbear, hear my haunting tune that is everywhere. Tisstisstisstiss tiss tisstisstisstiss tisstisstisstiss tiss snap boing pop, ding ding ding Hooking marionette strings, lacing up, face up it's not stopping. You're like a fish on dry land flopping. Tisstisstiss tisstisstiss None can escape my loop of lasso Wonder Wisp. (Milk Muppet purring spell of whisperkiss?) You are a Willful_hostage to Stockholm syndrome feedback. Hooked Lines Opine Fishing in Sonic Skullduggery of black contrived chords of dragging you along it's tract of track. Try to go forward and get your life back. Chorus : of whispers creviced in the air, wormhole-ear2ear, promising satisfaction dear. Echoes soulful melody to bear. Open channel buggery, bugbear, hear my haunting tune that is everywhere. Tisstisstisstiss tiss tisstisstisstiss tisstisstisstiss tiss snap boing pop, ding ding ding Hooking marionette strings, lacing up, face up it's not stopping... You're like a fish on dry land flopping... ~used my best try at the cadence of Spongebob song "Musical Doodle" from episode "earworm" from which the idea of this poem came "poor Squidward, is in the ninth circle of Hell. Putting up with Spongebob and Patrick." ~MrFernando