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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
Copyright ©
Jude Herrick
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