Go ahead. Do it.
Complete my thought for me.
What was I going to say?
You interrupted me. What was I saying?
You might as well say it for me,
since you cut me off there
like you always do.

What was my thought?
Since you cut me off at the knees again
I’ve got no idea
so you might as well run through my mind
and pull my thoughts
as you take everything else
from me anyway already.

What was I going on about?

It’s about time you take over the last crevices of my identity
so nothing about me is left extant and unique.
Why should my thoughts be mine alone anymore, anyway?
Take ’em!

Tell us: what was I saying?
I’d really like to know:
what?