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?