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.