Soul of a Mannequin

Without my medulla oblongata,

I would not breathe,

and my heart would cease to beat.

My amygdala reminds me of the hazards everywhere,

without my hippocampus,

I wouldn't even be aware.

Without my cerebrum, I'd be a mannequin.

Without my cerebellum I ....... sorry can't recollect.

Without the prefrontal cortex, well I have no emotions about that.

Without my encephalon,

I wouldn't have a soul.

Without a soul,

I would never have been a poet.

Stuart isalittlebroken Johns