If my brain gets any bigger,
it won’t fit in my head
With logic and with rigor
I’ll prove that I am dead.
So I shan’t pay no taxes
Or vote for Donald Trump
I’ll never look up praxis
Nor find a worrying lump
I’ll never see a medic
Nor lose a wisdom tooth
No disease endemic
Will get me,that’s the truth.
I’ll never have to marry
I’ll sleep with whom I choose
I’ll never need to hurry
For I’ve no time to lose
When we think about it
We would be better off
Do not ever doubt it
There,that is enough
How my heart sings 
Fab poems. Love reading them. Hope you are well. 🙂
Thank you very much,Jane
My pleasure, enjoy your writing a lot. 🙂
Well.that is lovely to hear as sometimes I feel like giving up.But I find it’s so nice when I get an idea that I can’t stop.:)
I know how you feel. I sometimes wonder what is the point. Then someone reads something I have written and is kind about it and then I think I will carry on. Hope I lifted you 🙂
Yes,you did,Jane,:)
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