banana driven to drive one bananas backseat driver lodged on one's back insipid thief taking bite sized pieces of one's soul leaving you feeling less than whole.. confused about one's role grinding, prancing, either way can't stop dancing riddle-raddled fiddle-faddled muddle minded .... listening, to it's whispering.... takes a terrible toll.
prompt : write a riddle poem... notes: the answer to what am I? the monkey on one's back.... . ..but then you guys already knew that.