Where do my monies go
My dollars of attentiveness
How does my cash flow
Those greenbacks of engagement
How should I know
Which way to look
Is it to reflection
A mirror's image of me
Is it a question
Unanswerable but for what I see
And perhaps payment
For suction's vacuum direction
Is it a statement
Of demonic possession
For how might one exchange currency
For the petaflops of one's brain
When the flopping happens unbidden
Without consciousness strain
Perhaps it's a virus that's ridden
My back from so long ago
Digging its spurs to my rump
Encouraging me to go
These horse blinders don't fit well
They sear the sides of my eyes
Uncast me from this warlock spell
Wash out these tattoo ink dyes
For my attention would rather wander
Across the meadow so free
And so I pay no fee for a ponder
And look where my eyes already see
Roman Ryan 