Written by: Sevan Greer

I am not an airhead. 
My thoughts are sponges made of lead.
They swell inside my mind, behind my zoned-out eyes,
And shield me from your cutting lies. 

Although I should apologize, 
As your mind is clearly filled with flies. 
Since you cannot hold a thought longer than your breath, 
You speak with a distinct lack of depth. 

You see, I am not brain dead. 
My words are thought before they're said.