Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-

Acetone!

Aye, here's the dab of brilliance I fool myself into believing. (And now to live up to the spot I've put myself into.) There's a cat in my mind that wants to be shown affection but it annoys all that attempt to provide it. There's a moose in my belly that is fattening itself for a winter hardship that never comes. If I were to steal some bread would it be a sin? No, it wouldn't because that'd only happen if I were starving or crazy... and I've rarely skipped a meal.


Creativity is a cat,
That prowls inside my mind,
It desperately seeks affection,
But it's extremely annoying,
And doesn't get along with the moose in my belly.