So You Have a Brain

So you have a brain with feelings of an almost human nature said you. The way things work, who cares, they just might work or maybe they won't. But come on man, you got a brain, what do ya think? Your brain tells you that you got to take a piss, you got to go open up the refrigerator because you need to eat. You are going to need some beer or wine. The brain says you are in love. The brain says I only know three chords on the guitar, but still I could be a rock start, if and only if, I could make something out of only three chords, but I just can't. The brain remembers all your faults. The brain holds your memories, the narratives that staid in your brain are kind of hard to forget. It is a construct, like a poetic verse, It might rhyme, it sometimes does, most times it won't. And yet, you know what a rhyme is without definition somehow And your brain doesn't ask, is that because English is the only language it has because it was too lazy to want to learn more. Is this a poem, this thing about the brain you have, or would you call it something so far from a poem, so far out of bounds of the art of poetry, that it makes you think why did I spend all those years in college studying arts and science, your brain what the heck was it thinking even a few seconds ago