A cyber-brick now
Is all I need now
But yet seems somehow
Just wouldn't do.

A solo cyber-brick.
Wouldn't do the trick.
For my head is thick.
Unfortunately true.

Mouth opens changing feet.
kind of strangely neat.
And a real tricky feat.
To floss with a shoe lace.

A cyber-brick to the head.
Or a lot of them instead.
Laying here not dead.
I'm merely hiding my face.

Embarrassed it is true.
But hey what can I do.
I did it myself, not you.
For deslexic left ain't right.

The world spins wrong.
I've heard for so long
Left-handers don't belong.
For lefty deslexic in sight.

I see things not there.
And know you all care.
So this poem I did share.
Mom didn't raise no fool.

Left to me is right.
Right to me is plight.
I see things too bright.
'cause lefty deslexic is cool.

©Mike Dimond 2001