Writhing Motion
Place your hand on your head
As if it were a winter cap
Spread your fingers
But don't take a nap
Wiggle your fingers
In a writhing movement
Now that old brain sucker
Is set in motion
You know what that
Brain sucker is doing
He's sucking your brain
But it is an illusion
In actuality his belly
Is quiet empty
Soon he'll starve
For there isn't any
He only sucked a mirage
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