Some Brain

Some men's the brain, packed on the rest
Some are down, others on top
Every moment dancing, drinking to the best
Think what can turn, coupled soup to drop

Some men's brain, with their posited tune
Like black pigmy pigs, raising for the fall
Out of the docket stew, few for the hewn
And ready for the leagues, to need and stall

Some men's brain, in the nutshell heads
Shaking at Kayamba tunes, they play and dance
Any but not strain, the rain for thy mades
At last the cucumber, for morning mouth bounce

Some men's brain, justice for the musts
The piling exerting pressure, leisure for solution
Any time for the chain, trailing as the locusts
At last the coughs, itches pitching of pollution

At last no brains, dull pains in the chain
Anything no the Cains, from Spanish cranes
At last the bow leg, unseen full stain
The reason for stain, now in the manes

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