mind worm

 * mind worm *
Those music days
Return in my head
The sounds of tunes trapped
Only I can hear repetitively
The beat pounding as my pulse
The refrain distraction to my voice
Some sickly sweet pop song
Inescapable all day long
Winding round and round
If only I knew second verse
Instead this first repetitive I curse
Cannot even recall the group
Who conjured this addictive alphabet soup
Could be A-Ha trading cliches
Or Village People young man's clubs
Constant pounding at my brain
Sickly sweet endless refrain 
As I try to escape my own head
Running up the hill.