I Am Braindead
A love poem by Steven Wallace
Written on January 28th, 2003

My mind is a vast wasteland.
I am sitting here doing nothing.
I have a class to go to whenever.
Whatever.

My mind is a million miles away.
Come back!
No, other way!
Yes, here boy!
You get a treat.
C'mon, beg for it.
I'm a sadistical human making
an inferior creature beg.

Look at the chimpanzes flying through the air!
'Tis a good day for monkey meat, a good day indeed.
I could go for Monkey-fu-San right about now.
The monkey fling poo at me.
The monkey make me braindead.

I have work to do, too bad I'm not gonna do it.
Look! There's a professor I had last semester!
Is that what Big Al looks like?
Why are vending machines so overpriced?

Where am I?
What am I doing?
Why am I here?
Why am I doing this?

Poem (c) Copyright 2003 Steven Wallace.