My brain has taken to bleeding a whole lot of blank. I've stared at this screen for the good part of an hour and come up with nothing-blank. So yes, dear brain has been behaving odd, it asks me to look long, stare at one single spot, like I'm meditating, and comes up still with absolutely nothing.
Could be one of those witless days
when you're at your dumbest best
when you sharpen your knife
and chop with a spoon
when you think of a sun
but draw a moon
when nothing goes right
your senses take flight
words are a mangle of vowels
brain dead
thoughts wrapped in a soaking wet towel
when your screen stays white shining immaculate
and after each sentence you hit delete, wipe each word
clean the slate
one of those idiotically witless days
when you stare about at the room
waiting for intelligence to turn up
perhaps it'll sneak behind from that lonely broom
ugh to this dumb day
perhaps I could give cpr
to this drowsy brain
or maybe reconstitute it
in a filthy drain
oh, woe is this moronic day
can you believe
I thought it best
to rhyme hens
with nonsense
Could be one of those witless days
when you're at your dumbest best
when you sharpen your knife
and chop with a spoon
when you think of a sun
but draw a moon
when nothing goes right
your senses take flight
words are a mangle of vowels
brain dead
thoughts wrapped in a soaking wet towel
when your screen stays white shining immaculate
and after each sentence you hit delete, wipe each word
clean the slate
one of those idiotically witless days
when you stare about at the room
waiting for intelligence to turn up
perhaps it'll sneak behind from that lonely broom
ugh to this dumb day
perhaps I could give cpr
to this drowsy brain
or maybe reconstitute it
in a filthy drain
oh, woe is this moronic day
can you believe
I thought it best
to rhyme hens
with nonsense
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