Never Mind

snail

 

To celebrate the cerebrate can be a most equivocal solution

Requiring admiring a chrome plated constitution.

Since mental aberrations of massive contemplations

Can induce corrosive juice of colonic expirations.

 

That brains contain torrential rains

Of stormy stimulations

It’s best to rest the neural nest

Or suffer constipations.

 

To envy simpler systems devoid of useless wisdom

Would require open desire for a mental vacuum.

To be a snail might avail serenities somewhat stale,

A solution that would fail, it seems to me, to hit the nail.

 

So we are stuck in the nervous muck,

Rather jumpy and out of luck.

Humanity’s insanities slump down to inanities

To leave us with the handy cry of “F—!”

 

 

 

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