I don't know why?

I don't know why?

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I don't know why?
My thoughts were not only scanned
they were photocopied, 
framed, remembered, saved.
Prodded, twisted, poked
for more information,
interrogated.
 I was interviewed
Given the look of disbelief
from the opposite party
being the first date.
I don't know why?
She said she was a Mind Reader.
Or was she...... just a virus?

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on May 13, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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