I Hid Behind The Door (Partly Found)

when they handed out brains.

If brains were dynamite,
I couldn’t blow my hat off,
wouldn’t have enough to blow my nose.

Brains were webbing, I couldn’t
put a set of gaiters on a sparrow.
I’d be on the floor playing with it.

Brains were electricity, I wouldn’t
have enough to light a firefly.

Brains would know what you were
thinking and able to act on it.

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