I can't seem to get my head on right
But for a moment my mind, a beacon of light

I could see, think and expound truths clearly
Thoughts turned to words once passed through me

But I have become a dim light bulb
No matter how much amps or volts I gulp

Even if I hammer this desk with my head
Does no good, the hamster and wheel are dead

However, I will not allow myself to be undone
I must again alight my mind like a sun

I'll make a gasoline and Vaseline mixture
Something along the line of ****** I'll procure

Add the concoction to the end of a Q-tip
Let it soak for more than a sip

Light it on fire by striking a match
And to set ablaze my brain thatch

Ram the flame deep into my ear
Nothing to lose, nothing to fear

I must do this before I become a vegetable
Point in case
I can't think of anything that rhymes with vegetable
Nothing that isn't completely nonsensical