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!
