NaPoWriMo 14:30 ~ Dismounting The Catbird Seat

Being that my
cerebral circuitry
surges with an
unbroken certainty
that every
cybernetic entity
entering before me
has jacked into
your surreal synapse
and tuned out that
disruptive discourse
to listen lucidly
at the wise counsel
of your labyrinthine logic
 

It is critical
that i disengage
the perch of peace
upon which rest
these stiffened limbs
that i might stand
and humbly request
You, Sit the fuck down.

No gratitude required.
It was the least I could do.

220px Grey Catbird