Neglected

Stop pressuring me to

Elaborate on

Matters far too complicated

Already.

They don't need these robots,

These sad cures and causes

Just to get in my head and

Rearrange the fragments.

Why don't they crawl under my eyes and see?

They don't need these prescriptions,

These lenses,

These books of scribbles,

But to just to slip under my skull and see.

Simple display,

Confusing order.

Numbers are

Colours are

Feelings are

Blurred.

Cures and causes and robots:

They'll sink into their ink blots

And stop smiling soon.