Me, last night, roughly 5am: "Gee, I certainly am ready to go to bed and get some solid sleep!"
My brain, at the same time: "
S s s s...
A a a a...
F f f f...
E e e e...
T t t t...
Y y y y...
Safety...
Farts...
*cue the dancing midget, 80s hair, old synth chords, and flatulence percussion...*
We can fart, if we want to...
We can eat all of the beans...
And we can pass such gas, with sass from our ass,
and try not to shart our jeans..."
Me, GLARING HARD at my brain: "WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS???"
My brain: "I say...
It's a silent but deadly
Thing that came from my behind
Because I eat lots of beans
And pump them from my jeans
Into spaces that are well-confined