Journalistic Intentions Encore

#brain

         I'm never one to refrain

         from a chance to explain.

         I natter and wax poetic.

         Words spill, escape, frenetic.

         

         My ol' persnickety cogs arcane,

         my gearbox of a brain,

         hiccups, belches, rattles.

         With stops and starts I prattle.

         

         With verbosity I deign

         connection to attain.

         Converse, argue, chit chat,

         my cylinders thrive on that.

         

         I am not one to contain

         The sparks sane or inane.

         Snippets, gossip, complaints

         all are fuel, no restraints.

         

         There's much matter to retain

         within my mind's membrane.

         For my wits to remain

         I abhor negative strain.

         

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