Skeletal Garden


I went harvesting
For a brain
Better than mine

I walked down rows
Of grassy field
To find the ripest one

No lobotomy could fix
Me
So I removed my
Severed brain

I plucked the ripest one,
Put it in my head
And planted the
Old one.

I feel sorry for whoever
Picks it.

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