Victor Tries Again
All I can be if it’s left up to me
Is a brain in a tank full of bubbles
Can’t hear it, can’t see it, I only can be it,
And that’s just the start of my troubles
It was no disease that killed most of me
But a brain catcher down at the docks
Now, my one sensation, a dull static hum
And occasional electric shocks
I think I recall being near six feet tall
A man who could see, smell and hear
I could feel hot and cold and I thought I’d grow old
With only arthritis to fear
As a brain, I’m estranged from my mortal remains
I know that this dark is a sham
I cannot see light in the day or the night
But I think… and that means that I am
With stimuli lacking, my sanity cracking
When will my mad captor devise
A restructured me, so that I can see
Through some poor soul’s extracted eyes
***
At last, there is light, goodbye to my night
Will I frighten or will I delight
I know how this goes for history shows
Should you see me then you shall take flight
Through this hocus pocus, I cannot yet focus
Is that the doc’s form lurking there?
I once read the book and however I look
I’m gonna give people a scare
My vision is clearing and so is my hearing
I see I have rather nice hands
And I have a soft voice… did the doc make a choice
For my voice doesn’t sound like a man’s
“It lives,” the doc cries with his beast by his side
Did the monster manoeuvre the knife
It stomps to my side with its arms open wide
I think I’m the bloody thing’s ‘wife’
But his nightmarish fun has barely begun
As I had it away on my toes
But he’ll have his fun because I cannot run…
In stilettos and pantyhose
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