Rare Ideas

Rare Ideas (PM xvi)

The mosquitos are out tonight

in force,

I can hear them whirring above

my head,

and occasionally one makes it

into my ear,

and the echo is intense.

I dig inside my ear to kill it

but I fear it will stay in there

dead,

and rot out the insides.

I wait for it to fly out and

it always does,

yet the feeling of something flying

around in your head is

most agonizing.

A rare thought will do the same

thing in my brain,

passing through to make a

brilliant point or maybe

entering just to remind me

of how stupid I am.

Bad decisions begin like that,

not quite acceptable to the

gray matter,

yet strong enough to somehoe

overpower reason and become

the way of things

the security guards in my brain

are not doing their job

properly,

they should be screening these

retarded thoughts and not

let them onto the inner sanctum.

I guess I am only paying them

minimum wage,

and I am getting what I paid

for.

Now the big question is,

do I fire them and hope to find

better ones that will work for the

same price?

Or do I negotiate with the ones present,

or maybe offer them dental

and eyeglass coverage.

MCC