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.
Take Me To Your Leader