Oh come on
Who turned the lights on?
I can’t see a thing
And it’s showing
All
Revealing too much
And giving no pertinent info
Turn ’em out please
I preferred when
I was unconscious
Unaware
Of prying eyes
criticising my every move
I liked the dark
Where anything and everything
Is possible.
My muse thrives in dark places.
Too much knowledge
Is like those
Super white veneers.
Nobody has perfect teeth
You
Zombie
People.
Move along
Nothing to see here.
Unless
You want
To meet
Bruce Banner
Doing
The electric slide.