Dear Brain,
I think it's time we had a chat,
About this situation we're in.
I'm trying my best to be patient,
But alas, it's wearing quite thin.
You're a Ferrari that I cannot fuel,
An itch that I cannot scratch.
One day it seems you are ferocious,
The next, you're lazy and lax.
Now, I don't blame solely you,
For the fault is partly mine.
As I'm sure you don't appreciate
Me drowning you in cheap wine.
I have so much to thank you for,
And I'm sorry you're feeling blue.
But, I beg you; get your shit together,
Because we've got things to do.
Sincerely,
Everything below you.