My poor brain. I ask it to write
Nobel stuff on paupers’ portions.
Feed me and maybe you’d have
half a chance of something coming
out intelligible or even, if you’re lucky,
Yes, I know I (my brain) am a pig,
taking the lion’s share of
whatever you put into your mouth,
but I work 24/7 and I need
glucose coming in every second
you are alive–or what you call
Even half-alive, I still need it.
So, food of quality needs to be
used, and don’t spare the
extra amount you might add
in for a little extra punch–
Pow, just like in the comics.
Stop feeding your brain & it
goes pretty much dead like a
battery, drained of all surplus
for the next demand on it.
GIGO ie garbage in, the
same comes out, so quality
will pay the farmer & not the
hospital–your two choices
You’d think if it was in there,
it’d come out, but it doesn’t
have access without fuel.