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Rusty Old Brain.
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Poetry by Bern.
Rusty Old Brain.
I am a man with a rusty old brain,
Many tell me that I am totally insane.
Because I talk only to me and myself
My voice I must have left on the shelf
No it does not bother me that I am insane.
It proves you know that I do have a brain.
Sometimes I think that I threw it down the drain
Many would like to have my insane brain.
I would give my insane brain to you,
But you might cook it or make some stew.
It is better I think up on the shelf.
At least it can speak all day to itself.
A man that lives down our street.
Lifts his hat when they do meet,
I can safely leave my brain on any wall,
I am not afraid that it might have a fall.
Insane brains can look after themselves,
Especially those that are left on shelves.
Please do not get the silly idea of taking it away.
It has its own means of how things should stay.
One day when it has been cured of insanity.
It will you know return home to me.
More of Bern’s nonsense for his Indian Mate in Calcutta.
