Our worst enemy is the head,
the one that produces what's said.
It knows all our fears,
harasses us over the years,
either holds back or flows tears.
It knows our weaknesses and strengths,
even our tolerance in lengths.

We can't run,
we can't hide,
we're apart of the heads ride.
Heads take us on trips,
are responsbile for all out flips.
The conscience and the sub,
are a divided club.

The conscience mind we control,
the unconscience is on auto scroll.
It can run away with life,
have us suffering much misery & strife.
If we don't put on a lid,
we might end up dead.

Dead might be a release,
the only way to get some peace.
From a contaminated brain,
that only wants to drain.
The bodies worst than cupid,
it loves to follow the brains stupid.

Young brains are worse,
they really have the stupid curse.
The longer a heads been around,
it should become more sound.
But quite a few remain hollow,
almost anything they will follow.

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