Bots In My Head
 

I have bots in my head
Bots in my bed
Bots for fingers

They have infested
Cyberland with botulism
And it's spreading....

Soon you will not know
Your own thoughts
In your head

Do you want proof!
Then tell me
What is it

You just read.

Words colliding together to make some meaning come across. Your poem is beautiful. The words though are not You. I would like to read more of your poems.

Thank you Lightwaves.

Poetic expression is like jumping off a cliff, you don't always know where you will fall.

Sometimes you hit the rocks...:wink:

As long as you don't *actually* go cliff jumping into sketchy waters.

We are like a tower of thought, all building upon the other.

Jump over the edge, and go back to rock bottom. That place that supports the tower.:wink: