We have been described as sentient matter, some aren’t very sentient.
Think hard, you’ll know what I meant.
In the South Seas there is a limpet which when born swims around until it finds a rock it can lock onto for life.
Him and his wife.
Then it eats its brain because it doesn’t need it anymore.
Is that you when you left school or before?
Brains or their use are in short supply.
Maybe I’ll use mine before I die.
I laugh that I may not cry.
And sometimes sigh.
This poem is expressive of a mood.
At least it is not rude.
Is this too intellectual for you?
It will have to do.
19th November, 2018