Analysis of BRILLIANT MIND

I keep waking up at the same damn time, my back and legs in full spasms. The pain was becoming so surreal that it was becoming all I knew in these continuing years of my life, but at least after all my days, they dropped from the calendar. I am left with one hell of a brilliant mind giving me words that make sentences to fill these blood-awful lines.

They should pickle my brain, put it in a jar, and exhibit it in some fancy museum that I would get kicked out of for spraying my words of wisdom on more than the bathroom wall. I was never a king nor a queen, so from grace, I can not fall.

I am laying here because that is all that I can do it seems now I'm listening to some jazz it's so smooth, just like a babies ass, and I'm getting distracted by the bird outside on my porch pecking away at the seeds I just planted and I'm in amazement of this God damn brilliant mind and all it needs to continue on and feed