My brain complained,
I am filled with your thoughts,
Please give me a break,
I can't think anymore.
My stomach whined,
You are always thinking and browsing,
That makes me hungry,
I yearn for food expecially sugary ones,
That's not good for the pancreas .
The heart murmured,
You write sad poems,
And it makes me sad.
Tears feel the eyes,
That makes the nose drip.
So they all went to my right hand,
Please give yourself frozen shoulder and wrist pain,
So she is in pain and unable to write,
Pain will give her poetry block.
6/5/2026
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC
My brain complained,
I am filled with your thoughts,
Please give me a break,
I can't think anymore.
My stomach whined,
You are always thinking and browsing,
That makes me hungry,
I yearn for food expecially sugary ones,
That's not good for the pancreas .
The heart murmured,
You write sad poems,
And it makes me sad.
Tears feel the eyes,
That makes the nose drip.
So they all went to my right hand,
Please give yourself frozen shoulder and wrist pain,
So she is in pain and unable to write,
Pain will give her poetry block.
6/5/2026