mental case
by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed — Read all 584 poems by Cynth'ya Lewis Reed
Just a fun little napoleonistic poem dedicated to all who have--and who *think* they have--a mind worth guarding. (Amazing how older poetry seems new; here's one from year 2-thousand-&-2)
Monday, May 24, 2004
Our human minds are the operating system
The hard drive that encases all we think, know, and feel.
Some minds are only programmed to play games.
Some minds crash from overload.
Some minds are outdated and need to be updated.
Some minds have been tested while others have not.
Some minds have no scanners attached.
Some minds have links that take them into the unknown.
Some minds have “cookies” full of bad habits,
Filthy downloads that should be deleted from their trash.
Some minds are encrypted, never saying what they really mean.
Some minds get locked-up, stay locked up, and never budge,
Some minds are secure while others are unstable;
Some minds need more memory, but some are mysteriously erased
Deleting the things they need most, while others store things they should not;
Some minds are wireless,
ALWAYS on (La-La) remote.
Some minds need a new battery pack.
. . .And those appearing irreparable merely need a good swift kick in the hard drive--time to re-BOOT.
© 2002 by cynth'ya lewis reed
created 7/30/2002 9:10:13 AM
~Rose~