Is my mind homeless?

by Phil Yarborough - Aquarius

Please,
Could you take a second?
To do me a favor,
Stand back, poke out my eyes,
And empty my head,
And tell me,
Is my mind homeless?

Once the essential waters stop running
From the bloody sockets,
See if you could
Polish the inside of my skull,
Ready for a replacement.

Give me the mind of a pope
Or maybe the mind of rock star,
The mind of a murderer,
Or the mind of a porn star.

Can you see my sanity?
As you gaze into my hollowed head,
If so, please chain it up,
Because it feels like it keeps skipping out.

Thank you for your time,
Now if you could just,
Put back my dusty eyes,
And leave me to,
Get on with the rest of,
My ever-lasting life.

Birth sign: Aquarius
Date created: 2000-11-23 13:14:09
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:04
Poem ID: 58582

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