I’m getting the hang of this “facepack” thing,
LOL, OMD, hashtag, cut or copy,
Paste my new self over the old,
The rehab thug hits cyberspace,
Be afraid, be very afraid.

After forty years in the dark,
I get a glimpse of who I might have been,
More than I could ever be, and then some,
Onwards and upwards,
Each day at a time- walk a straight line.

I remember who you are now,
And it’s my counsellor now seeing penguins on the lawn,
Groove on!
And I’m the one they’re “treating.”

Although you can’t tag me in your lives,
You could add me as your imaginary friend,
Although if I didn’t exist,
I can’t see why you’d want to invent me.

Hello, the warden locks me in my cell at last,
Walls which hold me from myself
And that which means to pass my lips unhindered.

I’ll log out now, shut down, restart,
Ten-four buckaroo, what’s your handle?
True to form as ever,
Laughing out loud,
Inwardly weeping.