Notions

Just when we call it the end to a day, 
it comes peeping in, 
the pang of guilt and self ridicule, 
slick and sly. 

How easy it seems to shave your head, 
to slay your legs, 
to recall food as a distant enemy, 
and to convert to shreds. 

Notions. 
They hold your mind and they come to stay, 
to convert you to a fanatic, 
how easy it seems to die, 
as you realise you forgot to Pray.