The MIND

The MIND is a beautiful thing
To capture and hold every single scene
I’ve been seen in and participated in
Every face that’s ever snarled or grinned
At me…Stationary, or going passed me.
Dashing in fashion or pauper & classy
The last thing most people think to admire
Is the MIND, but good lawd it’s ON FIRE!
I aspire to retain with capacity like Einstein
And calculate the moves I put on the line
Cautious about my rambunctious vines – no need for supervision
I’m good at suppressing them in pandoras box for wishin’
Dishin’ out a few hints here and there
For anyone who can read between the lines or care
That it is The MIND that doth wet my loins
It is Wisdom I crave more than minted paper & coins
The MIND is a beautiful thing – I hold firm
It is from which I draw and learn
It is the wrinkle gained that I find sexy
To withhold a good mind….is to definetly vex me.
Lying dormant are naughts in my sublime
Naughts that were stimulated from a Good MIND.
Hat Check Me, and you will find
It’s the MIND that turns on my literary behind.

How’s your HEAD Game?