I organized my
eyebrows…
dusted off my tits,
knocking noggin into
stone several times
to improve
neuroplasticity
wanting to excise silly
from that putty,
I subbed chisel
for scalpel
unconcerned excess glitter
rendered bellum
sparkly,
I corn-rowed cranium
relieving chaotic thoughts
and with powerful system in place,
oh!
limbic system, and
top of the podium gold,
I hit hippocampus,
crashing class under guise
of auditing.
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