Brain-suckers are at the base of the skull;
alien hijacked eyes commandeered empty.
Everywhere I go creepy-crawly stares.
It's begun. No one seems to care.
Crowds follow each other, lemming-like,
--chanting, "Host IT, or die. YOU are not tolerated."
I said to myself,
"Maybe I'm dreaming-- maybe I'm being paranoid."
I flipped to the airport network, zombie-heads--
The eyes!
The signs are evident: cruel mouths, reptilian, slack ...
So freaked, I turned to the sly one - aye--
The canned talking points were hypnotic,
"ooo," Caught myself drifting, almost.
Looking closer, I saw a glimpse of the scar
as one babe turned. The bald guy coughed a maggot;
I puked from the sight! Am I the only one left?
The snatchers swing both ways, pickling the brain,
sucking up, propagating,
turning its host into pin-wormed poo,
with little corn pieces included.
