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—!”