Clearing Away the Dust…

My mind is an attracter of dust,

Much like those special mops,

It attracts dust as well,

As the screen of a TV or computer,

When this happens, is it a must?

I know that smoking herb,

Is supposed to make the brain into a pile of blurb,

But is that all it is, these memory problems?

Or is it the advance of age that promotes this disturb?

I sometimes find myself, when writing,

On the absolute edge of superb,

But at other times, damn, I can’t even get out a single word!

Is it cause I am almost fifty?

I can’t imagine,

As otherwise I almost feel nifty,

My memory does sometime stray,

And yes I may attribute it to the above facts,

I mean I only take a little whiff,

To help me feel a little stiff,

Got to admit however, that that little whiff,

Has contributed quite a bit, to my widening midriff.

Okay, all this worry aside,

Am I changing myself inside?

And does it show as much as my outside?

Only, I believe, if I allow it to show,

As, for the most part, I enjoy being seen,

As a bit of a “dead” head,

Or is it a brain that is dusty,

Or a cranial that is musty,

Or maybe, to end this rhyme,

A frontal lobe that is crusty.

See me, as you will,

If I make you laugh,

That is all there is, till,

The next little ditty finds it’s way through,

The dust & crust of my lobotomized cranial cavity…

                                                                             (ed)