That Damn Brain
No thoughts.
Zero.
None.
Zip. Closed. My mouth.
My brain.
Needs drugs but only has coffee.
Wishes and wants and whines a lot.
But never answers.
Tries the TV, the music, the games, the food, the coffee.
Distractions don’t distract me from the main distraction.
Anymore.
Leave me alone and let me settle for less.
Wake up every hour and wonder if it’s passed.
Take the coffee, body. But it never works.
Make some more and stare at it dryly.
Trying to laugh at something.
But it never works.
My brain's no fool, it won't be fooled.
It knows there's nothing funny.
“I’m not the one you’re looking for.”
Says the coffee.
Yeah I know. Shut up.
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If you saw the title "That Damn Brain" and thought this would be a humorous sci-fi or horror story about a disembodied brain, then I apologize. Write that in the next chapter. ;) 6 PARTICIPANTS IN THIS POEM
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That Damn Brain, which
was posted on Jul 29, 2009 by
Rac7hel.
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"Bitter thoughts toward things that we normally love"
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Free Verse, Humour / Comic Verse, Just for Fun
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