~ Purge ~

Now it comes to this.

Deleting all memory.

Purging all defective content.

Pondering all false input.

And wondering what it meant.

Hacking this unprotected soul.

The virus Love did spread.

It killed my heart,

and took its toll.

Now all the files are dead.

No fire-walls to keep it out.

No anti-spam for Love.

Just a ghost in the machine,

a dream of wires,

Now the circuits will not move.

Frozen into uselessness.

And replaced by a newer style.

Updated material.

Newer "soft"ware

to remove the defective

file.

All wrapped in tangled,

twisted lies.

The errors just blink red.

Send the pictures to the

Recycle Bin.

Erase all false words said.

This computer needs an overhaul.

A new set of "hard" ware, too.

When I finish de-fragging

this fool’s broken heart,

I’ll finally have purged

all that’s you.

~ C.L.R. ~