Brain In a Blender

I put my brain in a blender today It was my right hand that did it The dominant one In one forceful bash I reached in and pulled it out Bits of bone and bloody brain First stop was chop Little pieces of memory flipped about But remained This is no good, no good at all! Next, I set my mind on grind Gray pulp splatter What's the matter? You're not getting squeamish Because that's nothing I hit the pulse button Splat and splatter, splat and splatter Memory-matter, splitter-splatter This is guts-and-gore stuff So deal with it I lifted the brain-lined lid And freed the random chunks They were clinging for dear life But there is no escape With the back of my hand I slapped 'em back in No escape, not today Off the grind and on to puree **Thanks for reading... Anton - www.foesofprose.com**