Brain Washed
If only I could wash my brain
My mind would be so clean
Then certainly I would be so sane
And no way to be mean
I’d scrub away all the pain I had
Scrub away all the bad hair days
I'd scrub away, scrub away, scrub away
All the awful news that’s bad and sad
With soap-on-a-rope I-be-no-dope
With bubbles bobbling from my pot
With suds I’d be your bud
I’d change the world with a single thot
Never again would my head get hot
And everyone would think like me . . . NOT!
Yet everyone everywhere started to just have fun
No more head games, no more games that are lame
Just play, dance, and sing has a good ring to live by
Grow Money Trees where money were leaves
And everything purchased was for free
My head’s full of cotton candy rainbow dreams
I wish for the impossible possible plea
“Wake Up!” is what I’d scream
From this dream within a dream
"Let’s all wash our brains from the same river stream. "
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
