If I could open my skull and see my brain,
I would scoop out the stupid part
and flush it down the drain.
If I could open your skull and see your brain,
I would pick around all the smart
until I found the little part
that remembered me.
And I would hide it.
Probably at the top of a tree.
(Because you don't climb trees anymore.
And you will never climb trees again.)
And I would get on a boat
and I would sail far away
and I would spend the rest of my life
thinking about how smart and sad I am.
