They’re everywhere, it seems
Casper and his gang
The ghosts who lurk behind every corner
The ones who will rat you out
Then rout you out
They’re on the other end of the phone
The wise man said this would happen, that they’d come for you
Giggling and plotting in their white bed sheets
Tempting you with flowers and pearls
All smiles as they pull the rug out from under you
While you aren’t looking
Old women beseeched you to go to them yourself
With a few friendly words exchanged over coffee
But that’s not how it works
Not anymore
My Zen Brain 