My own brain is out to get me
Toiling secretly against my intentions
Conspiring daily to undo me
Scheming to entrap me
In its sinister machinations
My own brain is a sadistic vandal
Scrawling epithets and slanders
Hurling Molotov cocktails and
Ripping down the fragile scaffolding
I have labored so hard to erect
My own brain is out of control
Crashing about aimlessly
Stumbling through hazards
Rushing foolishly towards
Perilous destinations
My own brain has got to go
Or he’ll be the death of me
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