A Conversation With My Brain

“Why do you waste your dwindling time

With fanciful diversions?

Dawdling directionless on

Ill-conceived excursions.

“You squander all the gifts I give,

Send me darkened places,

Fill me with perverse distractions:

Screaming, helpless faces.

“And look at how your belly bloats

Like some distended whale,

While lazy muscles atrophy

Beneath your skin so pale.”

“I’ve heard all your complaints before.

Each day you say the same.

Just let me wallow in my filth,

I’m tired of this game.

“This world was never made for me,

I’m like some ill-fit cog

Wobbling on a rusted axle.

So end your monologue.”

“Self-pity in your rhyming verse

Is hardly entertaining.

Who do you think would want to read

Such dull self-complaining?”