There is only so much one sponge can absorb. I have been trying to be on top of everything and as a result I have nothing to say about anything.
I am taking a break from the world of news and constant updates because this is what it is like to be my brain right now:
My loaf of brain has gone stale, the crust is mouldy;
greenish-blue stink and sprouting hair, my last fresh slice wastes away.
I have nothing to say.
Bloody politics. Boring. VIPs and celebrities dangle
from my key ring. I don’t even try to understand
interest rates, independence twaddle and modern affairs.
Instead, I stuff my brain with carefully selected poultry grain.
Easy to digest and ready-made. No complaints.
you go and listen. I’ve tried to keep it fresh. Years of whizzing
through university. Vacuum packed knowledge. Exams were a breeze.
They teach you what goes into well-made bread – you recite
ingredients in your sleep. You have no idea
how to mix them.
My loaf of brain has dried out around edges.
Tough. Dear judge, I have tried.
Put me in prison for letting my brain go off.