Brain

My ol' gearbox of a brain hiccups, belches, rattles.

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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