Find some duct tape, man.
Sew shut the segregated synapses in your brain;
unify the array - quick!
Each neuron's a shingle,
covering the roof of your mind,
and they're being blown away
in a whirlwind that roars with animosity.
Every home deteriorates, yes,
but you had seemed ineffably constructed;
the thoughts that caulked your consciousness
so perfectly placed.
Yes, every mind will sag;
ceilings collapse
like cerebrums will lapse;
but you can't hire someone
to fix your leaking skull;
you can't find someone to re-shingle your smarts.
You're your own foreman,
distracted by low wages
output from your own mouth;
and high taxes on the price of your spirit.
The only one to rebuild you is you.
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