When the brain cracks

The mind loses tracks


Man is but a mere freak

Freaking out with a streak

What is left of the mind’s trick


Let us return to the garbage dump

Where lost souls gather to lump


Together their tales of the mirror

Fractured with no questions from the juror


Who would always pokeĀ  at the mind

Not minding who and who are blind.


In this season of crackers

We see so many hackers

Whose minds have gone bunkers…


We must return to that refuse heap

To rescue all those about to flip.

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