Fluffy. Springy.
The brain is light.
So stuffed with info, yet nothing flows.
Cotton wool filled the entire brain,
yet dry, it remains.
No juices seeped, no linkling reached.
Poems? Out of league.
Air-head.
Weeeeeeeeeee!
Friday, August 19, 2005
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Crushed. Fatigue.
The brain admits defeat.
So informed, yet every turn's a blank wall.
Ignorant fool forsakes the exhausted brain,
It's dry, no reason to remain.
No thoughts dripped, no conclusions reached.
Enlightenment? Out of reach.
Stays peaceful in it's own insanity.
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