Wednesday, October 8, 2014

The Death of the Brain-Sapping Bug

The Death of the Brain-Sapping Bug

I had a bug, near the rug.
No crawling commenced, my focus was fenced.
Its presence commanded; attention demanded;
Bright colors and noise, with disharmonic poise.
Vile living included, Truth-living excluded.
A monster it became,
To some, only a game.
Its lies distrust,
Truth-Seeking a must!

How to remove, I reflected;
For Life & gaining true perspective!
With firm resolve,
The problem I solved.
A picture to prove,
This WAS the right move!

Don’t you know it’s true…
YOU have one too.

A clearer head, I never had

Until it was dead…on the T.V. stand!