Five synapses meet in the brain
On their way to their different chores.
One cell is sending a task to Hand
“Turn the **** and open the door”.
The next one is making its way to Foot
To say “mind the slickery floor”.
The third spark is thinking of work too soon,
“The meeting. The memo. Try more.”

And the fourth worker’s job is to balance,
But he’s still thinking of bed.
The final cell’s meant to keep focus
Eyes open, directed ahead.
But all of the cell’s called in sick,
And the five went out drinking instead.
And the body runs into the door,
And some damage is done to his head.
Then the five cells- while sharing a toast-
Are now consequently dead.