Poetry

Discarded

Excuse me Sir, you’ve stepped in something

Nasty…

Ah Yes! – It was my brain.

Don’t worry Sir, it happens regularly.

I’m so numb, it has stopped causing pain.

I used my brain as a squeeze ball

For stress…

A form of cerebral masturbation.

Wernicke’s area made an awful mess

I’ve joined the institute, the Prozac Nation.

So don’t worry Sir, I’ll pill it up,

Dust it down, pop it back in.

Amy Palmer