Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Eleven hundred seventy five

It's easy see?
I woke up this morning thinking 'bout this thing,
no ideas for me, I gave my brain a ring;
"it's cramped up here" it said "I'm in a lot of pain"
Damned stupid brain, come in out of the rain.

No ideas, no nothing, my head lives in fear,
not even a tiny whisper, not in either ear.
So you'll get nothing, it's the best that I can do,
and you won't have to read it, a favor for you.

Some days are like that, as we go on and on,
my brain just ups and leaves me, just plain gone.
But, maybe by tomorrow I'll have some idea;
so just hang in there with me.  Have a little fear.

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