They say you're dead
When you lose you head
Does cracking count the same?
An egghead's debt
My mind's decrepit
For this, I've lost my name
"You can control this,
you hopeless opus!"
That's easier said than done
I don't understand
Why you demand
This curse to be undone
If I could
You know I would
But the odds, against me, are stacked
"Don't act dead,
you ex-egghead."
Maybe this is why I've cracked
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Oh, To Be Such!
PoetryA collection of poems I've written over time. There is no set theme for the poems. They just are as they are.
