SEEMS I’ve RUN into a SNARE,

Hey, don’t you stare,

Just cause I’ve run into a snare,

So what if my brain,

Has gone down the drain,

And any smarts,

That was there,

Has fallen apart…

No inspiration, have I,

No desire, not even from the sky,

Seems to me, the best I can do today,

Is sit back, relax, & at the tube stare,

Or for that matter, just bake me a pie.

Oh sure, there you go again, staring,

Just as if I had just taken a loud fart,

I hope, if that is the case, that the smell,

Does stink you out & as it does you fell,

Being taken out on a cart…

Ok, let me get done this short piece of dribble,

It didn’t take too long for me to this, scribble,

So brains I must have left upstairs,

Just at the moment they seem to feel like,

So much kibble…

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