Cognitive

Like the flammability of fuel,
Daring and brave, my thoughts duel.
Down the mineshaft of my mind,
on the evil machinery plows and the gears grind.
Further and farther that you go,
Like wild flowers these thoughts and ideas do grow.
The situation has become dangerous, the measures drastic,
Can't help it, when I'm facing the plastic.
The rapid drumbeat quickens,
the shit I've gotten myself into thickens.
Things in my mind I've chosen to waste,
I spit out like curdled milk, sour now the taste.
The dark and the light,
the wrong and the right.
Like peanut butter, in my head my brain is stuck,
with a 16" penis on my forehead, it's a mind fuck.
To toss and turn, my mind won't let me sleep,
like the pervert it is, my brain always looks down in the shower for a peep.
Brain tumor, amnesia, headache;
I try to use the head on my shoulder to think, for my own sake.
If there is a heaven above my head, then my brain is the hell below,
I now have become the slave; it is the pimp, I am the hoe.
When good comes to bad, and bad comes to worse,
my engine spins the tires and then throws me in reverse.
The insecurity of doubt,
some days, this brain, I could live without.
It chokes my lungs and "beats" up my heart,
my brain is a dumb ass, but it's pretty smart.
My mind imprisons me in its own cell;
Apathy is its excuse and shrugs it off; oh well.
It makes tick, it makes me jerk;
Just like everybody else, I am my brain's little "quirk".
Mental illness and grand mal seizures,
I do my mind's bidding at its own leisure.
I am my mind's idea of fun;
I try to blind it by staring at the sun.
Many times I try to reason, but it only gives me lip,
till I threaten its existence with a Q-Tip.
This is my brain;
it's the one thing that keeps me sane.
Without it, I would be ordinary,
but my mind doesn't need me, I am imaginary.
One day, it will leave my head,
And I guess then, I will be dead.
But it is still with me to this day,
Ok, that's all, my brain has nothing left to say...