Would you come and join the party in my head.
There's plenty of room in my cavernous skull.
I'm sure the occupants enjoy the pulsating red.
As they dance fervishly and intelligently mull.

The multitudes jostle for position to be the voice.
The echos of confusion bounce off the grey walls.
The words that spill come forth without a choice.
I'm sure my psychiatrist is expecting my daily call.