Max Lewy Poet Rhyme

All Quiet On the Frontal Lobes

All Quiet On The Frontal Lobes

A battle was fought: his Medulla oblongata versus an electrical socket.
The electrical appliance distributors made a racket. So did his screams.
But its pure, scientifically certified - who am I to besmirch and mock it ?
From now on his ol' rumbustious spirit won't be harbouring q.u.e.e.r. memes.
It'll be pliant, malleable, ductile. The vibrant brio, fizz of magnetic emotion,
Will have dissipated with the deafening circuit of cerebral electrocution.
They'll be no more fuss, no mayhem from his once truculent warrior soul;
The trenches are filled with the fallen, but walking graves no longer howl.

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Sara Kendrick September 25, 2020 at 1:30 PM I have heard or read or both that those electroconvulsive treatments are horrible to go through and very destroy parts of the brain. The patient is no longer the same but some think they are better. Enjoyed reading your work. Sara

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart July 16, 2020 at 7:37 AM WOW. A visceral pit just opened up and damn near swallowed me. I am clinging to my coffee and digging my toes into the sod. I did not expect to be so affected checking in on the soup this morning. Empathy rapt pleased to meet you. ~Maureen Max Lewy July 16, 2020 at 7:47 AM If you like that, perhaps check out my book. Have a blessed day, Maureen. Max Lewy July 16, 2020 at 7:46 AM Thank you. :)