There is a monster in my brain.
It likes cookies and ice cream,
But never together. It is screaming
And clawing at the gray matter,
Trying to escape to the outside world.
The reason why it wants to
Get out is not because there are
More cookies and ice cream beyond
The brain. It used to pass the time
Playing spades or hearts with synapses
And the occasional dopamine molecule.
But they accused my monster of cheating
(The validity of the charge is unimportant);
They now refuse to play with him.
He wants out in order to find new friends.
A. J. Hayes
Give a poet a pen