If you want to pick a fight with me
I’m gonna have to (politely) ask you to wait your turn
You might be the only one on the assembly line — don’t be surprised
As it’s one thing to think you’re worth my time
And another, to push me while I balance on a knife.
If you have a bone to pick with me, keep dreaming.
I’m the Pavlov to the dog embroidered to your nature.
The carrot to your proverbial stick — salivate, on command,
As I continue to stay out of reach,
Hound me and unintentionally put me at the centre of your universe
All at your own detriment — you just don’t know it yet.
From the centre of your universe, I can do what’s necessary,
I will be your sun at high noon; try to ignore me, but I’ll still cook you (Lovingly too)
Ferment the marrow in your bones and have you re-evaluating your life choices.
Your heart will thump —
— Like moon-beam muffled beats resounding in an undisclosed club —
Deep in the dark side of town — Evocative of — the placement of your heart —
Miss a beat — Heave — Your eyes — Wide with surprise
It dawns on you — You’ve lost administrative control over your body’s basic motor functions
The centre of your universe says, “You never had them.”
Your finite-state machine approach to being is coming to its most natural conclusion, as I
CTRL + ALT + DEL you from existence with the nonchalance of a RAM enthusiast.
– O.D. ©2023
Art by: Rashedjrs