Working Overtime Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Would you like one of my brain cells,
To verify I am of independent thought?
Since you believe I must be programmed,
To produce every word to you I've brought.
You are proving to be more foolish,
Than my assumptions have seduced.
My abilities have been instilled,
Before I learned how to tie my shoes!

What next will you try to deny?
My skills?
You've done just about everything else.
Even creating your own rumor mill.
Let's face it...
When I say something to you I want to say...
There is no one who will do it,
Not in my way!
Direct and unafraid.

And that,
You are working overtime to try to find!
My mind is mine!
Not Harry's, Billie's, Bobbie's or Sue's.
My mind is mine!
And I am blessed not to be obsessed.
Possessed perhaps.
But that would be too long of a story to tell.
And you seem already exhausted.