Profile of a vicious human malaise


Tenaciously I go about my dastardly mission,

its purpose to torment unsuspecting souls

With subterfuge, distortions of reality,

and even outright, unveiled deception.

I lodge in crevices of the mind,  initiating

febrile activity in over-wrought brains

My victims encased in Bastille-like prisons.


My vice-like grip, plain for all to see

in trembling hands, tortured eyes,

in visage deeply etched with misery,

heard too, from incoherent lips.

No earthly, natural remedy exists

relieving those I terrorize —  save for

the kiss and garrison of Prince’s peace