Invasion of the Body Snatchers
The creepy crud
is out for blood
it takes you while you’re asleep.
The spore from space
is out of place
it makes you non-discreet
You do your best
but have to rest
you wake up with a new brain.
Lobotomied,
Can’t get surprised
wont get angry again.
Apr 13 2010
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