Grey
Brain cells, Brain cells,
Where doth thou all goest,
Why be washed away,
When I imbibe?
Doth thou all knowest not?
That alcohol’s for gut,
For flooding away,
My tummy’s fat
Brain cells, Brain cells,
Where doth thou all goest,
Why be blown away,
When I smoke?
Neural and nervelike,
In your electrical way,
Why not like my nerves,
Won’t you calmly stay?
Brain cells, Brain cells,
Where doth thou all goest,
Why be fried,
By Mary Jane and her friends?
Why is it that,
Thou all wouldn’t try?
To stay aloft and happy up there,
The same way I am high?
Copyright © George Anos | Year Posted 2008
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