The Psychologist
These words
These manifestations of my thoughts transformed
Transmuted into sound waves
Are gonna take you out of your comfort zone, I’m sorry
Nah I’m lying
I ain’t sorry
Why would I when I’m just sharing my pain
Can you feel me?
Of course you do
I’ll say things to make you like me
It’s scary the way I can look into your eyes and slip
into your psyche
Now we’re finishing each other’s sentences
Now you like me
Get it?
I’ll judge you quietly, silently
And adjust you without you knowing
The timbre in my voice will alter your body chemistry
The look in my eyes will fire your synapses
My posture will affect yours
My expressions will disarm you
Shock you
Now you’re mine
You like me, and you like it
Remember this…
No you won’t
My laughter is amnesia
My wit is an aphrodisiac
Come kick it with me
And you come ‘cause you never met a creature so…
Intriguing – flashes through you
So you Nancy Drew-ing
Sleuthing this anomaly
Is that all she wrote?
I can speak any language fluently
Without uttering a word
Call me cocky and egotistical
Damn right
It’s my right
If I’m not then who will for me?
Word
Let’s converse
On or off topic we still on topic
I walk the road of a psychologist
Call it psycho-path
My hero is a villain named psychomantis
Let me tell you things about you
Yea that’s me standing outside that locked door in your
darkest places
It’s been only 5 minutes
Disturbing isn’t it?
The truth usually is
So I’ll lie again
Its ok…smile, the public’s watching
You know they happy when we smile right
Let’s not disturb their fragile existence
Their happiness is like glass
Transparent and fragile
Here hold my hand and follow
Fighting is pointless
The monster is unstoppable
But I’ll show you the strings and how to pull ‘em
Here’s the buttons this is how you push ‘em
Smile and wave
Do a little dance
Show that strength even when you weak
Be ignant when you have too
Stubborn when necessary
Walk with independence and a dose of pride
Pay no mind
And rock aloof like Versace
Soon you’ll have them
Like how I’ve got you
Kiss my palm
I kiss your eyelids
My heart beat
You sigh
So tantric
Go to sleep
Allow this to register
In the morning you’ll be scared to talk to me
You’ll play back all that I’ve said
And you’ll scrutinize me to see if I’m trying to get into
your head
But I won’t
I’m already there.
Glen Toussaint 2013©