Insignificance comes to me in my dreams

The ghoulish ghost of uniformity nags and nags and nags and

tears at my mind, it's in rags in rags in rags.

My ravaged blue brain is choking on the brains of my brothers and sisters

because they have juicy, bulbous pink brains with popping synapses.

Pop! Fizz! Snap! What did you say little blue brain?

"Go on without me, darling, I'm not help anyway, I'm feeling oh so blue."

And I gently agree.

She takes a handful of blue pills.

The job was half way done anyhow.

But she's going going gone now.

Probably half way to the moon now.

I trade my wits for whims now.

I store acorns in my skull now.