My Brain

I speak in rhymes and mysteries

Because that’s how I think

My brain shittles riddles because it titillates my neurons

It is how I do my best to get along in this world

This place not built for people like me

Because they destroyed our better society

To exploit you and me

So now we’re race horses tied to plowshares

Pretending to enjoy our careers

As we watch the years drive by

And just wonder

Why is it this way?

Until our heads are filled with gray

And our mush

Turns to dust

As our soul rusts into oblivion

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