addiction:

What is the driving force, why sometimes, the clamour 

Perhaps may just have started like a joke; then again 

Poverty, anxiety and fear creeps on you on unknowing wee hours 

And, when it becomes excruciating, there, rooted, is the rhizome 


Mine started: like the vanilla milk shake; I was attracted 

The sweeteners; the honey, the fat, I savoured 

The aroma, powerful; I was inundated, pursued, harangued 

And then, like one on a tenterhook, to the ravenous, I yielded 

Then follows the presentment, I was handed my gift, 

Like the nitwit's entrusted, a carefully crafted magical sopranino 


That is when the very diligently choreographed, subtly sorted intervention sets off 

My brain needy sensor systematically, simply, superbly, addictively, astutely, elevated 

And in such dopey, opaque state, I stopped articulating, being reasonable 

No longer able to cope; incessantly having a hard time, I was tormented: forming 

A fertile ground for the cultivation of the cast away, can't live without it, disorder 

A vulnerability state only susceptible to the enforcing stimulus of temporary trill 


The circle of stimulation, simulation and engineering now surgically completed, 

My needs are replaced by a new typo brain, the activation of dependency 

Tempered by the expression of rewards of riches, of life here and there after 

Entrenched, reinforced, reinvigorated enthused, aroused, and sustained 

By the opiate rituals of union songs, dance and communal basilica activities 


But should I for once think that this state of soaring eminence may wear out 

I needed not, for, at every block's corner, the media, billboards; my bedside 

Are standby fuse regeneration bestseller, my ever ready neuro ignitrons 

To consult to re-enforce, fuel the fires that would keep the neuro circuit aglow 


So, what started with my experimentation; the visit, the experiencing; in bits, 

Sucked me, and in time; possessed my liberty, neuro-surgically high-jacked me 

My natural brain logicism chambers permanently dislodged, no longer functional 

Now I'm in search of my password, to log into my brain habit loop, to take out, the virus.

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