Hanging Up My Gloves

Brain isn’t working, sawdust between my ears, All the connections broken, can’t go through the gears, I really am stupid, more dense than railroad tracks, A haze has descended, at least covering up the cracks. Was sharp as a razor, just the other day, Now all my thoughts, are on a five second delay, Need a time machine, to catch up with myself, When I make my mind up, the worlds somewhere else. Yes a total scatterbrain, would forget my own head, Not much of a loss, made out of malleable lead, Must get my act together, no more boxing down the club, Got beaten senseless again, I’m punch drunk, no need to go the pub. Didn’t listen to the doctor of course I knew it all, Told me any more trauma, serious injury would befall, Just laughed it off, Won’t happen to me, Now a flightless butterfly, no longer sting like a bee, Just a random poem no disrespect to legend Ali. By David Kavanagh