I think my brain's getting old now
Frowns just like the bedside lamp
Clamped on the side, ON my bed
Dreadful, flickers now and then, in time and lieu.
You flicker, my dear brain, cherie!
Very, very flickery, indeed.
Wearied, it wants me to switch it off
Scoff for the night
Might be I go cringing inside
Hide in my quilt, I don't know.
No, I don't know why I am so slow
Therefore am I brain dead, as the physicians say in the show?
Hello! I've actually seen the colossal
Universal volume named Grey's Anatomy
Leaning on my mum's bookshelf, it's old.
Hold right there, you deviate too, and 'grey' reminds me
Jeez, I have grey - no, white - hair, three or four.
Ignored. Then the killer headache at quarter to four
Sure, my brain's stopped responding anymore.
Sore. Hey! It's the brain's own fault!
Drone on nine straight hours
Hovers instead, beats me up every time, it
Sits me up in five hours, and if it's still dark;
Hark, it takes that as a heads up
Balls up in slumber for five more hours.
Savors that it's twelve and too late to go on about
How a normal human being would, damn you're sour!
You're rusty, my dear brain, cherie!
Very, very rusty, indeed.
Heed, I'm awake right now, you beast
At least you could sleep for exact five hours, or six
Fixed wake up at a normal shift;
Pfft also so you can scribble away this shit !!!
Quit getting old, brain, my cherie!
Very, very quick, indeed.