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 poke  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.