Oh tonight let’s eat brains, scrambled brains
beaten old-fashioned, hand-cranked style
by an eggbeater that whirs oddly away
found in the antique shop, hey!
Into the bowl go Too Much Information
Too Many Voices, Rules and Expectations
Crank that baby, spatter them brains
across the bowl of my skull, hey!
Beat them until they’re frothy and light
Don’t stop till they’re brimming over
Remember to incorporate lots of noise and air
With TV news for the spice, hey!
Oh brains for dinner, uniform and grey
Mushy or hashed, scrambled or fried
Brains for dinner, scooped out of my head
and how do you prefer yours tonight?
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