Monday, November 4, 2019

brain poem

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

as i was walking down the road
i thought i heard my head explode
my brain cells floated through the air
with all the world my thoughts to share

my plans to save the human race
my goal to have a prettier face
all my sad humiliations
and ideas far above my station

drifted on the summer breeze
and any travelers, if they pleased
could laugh at my entire existence
i had no answer or resistance

o wayfarer, tell me true
what if it happened to you?
i mean you no disservice or curse
but could anything be worse?