My Brain, The Dictator
By aquietvoice
I believe that my brain is what holds the things that make me, me
One little, squishy thing is she
Making decisions since birth
Controlling my entire experience on this earth
It seems unfair
It seems to fuck things up beyond repair
My brain makes my body do things I wish it wouldn’t
It tells my hand to reach for cookies it shouldn’t
And now my body looks like a pile of pudding
Why can’t my hand stop my brain in its tracks
Why can’t my body point out the cracks
In the logic my stupid brain lacks
My brain makes my mouth form words I regret
Forming sentences only fit for a moronic mindset
Later I’ll lay in bed until morning, upset
Why can’t my tongue and lips have a mind of their own
So they could present my thoughts in a way I codone
If only better judgement my brain would have shown
My entire life it would not have blown
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