Poetry

All Over the Map (#425)

My brain is totally all over the map!
It’s limping from its 50 millionth lap,
I stopped trying to keep it on track,
It’s gotten way too far out of whack,

My brain is totally all over the map!
I guess logic decided to take a long nap,
How did it get to take a little snooze?
It could have at least let me choose,

My brain is totally all over the map!
An attempt to think, I’d better scrap,
It’s like carving on a block of rotten wood,
There’s no way I’m making anything good,

Any Thoughts?

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