A toddler having a temper tantrum
That's how I'd describe my brain
It screams and it kicks
till it gets what it wants
Not failing to drive me insane
Still, I can help but love this thing
No matter how angry I get
It doesn't know better,
so I have to guide it
I can't let it make me upset
I'll hold it's hand and stroke it's head
And sing it a lullaby
My brain is a kid,
and I mustn't forget
To try and give it some time
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Brain Goo: A Collection Of Poems
PoetryMy brain is filled with dirt and goo Some leaked out, so I'll share it with you
