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