Living in A Biscuit Tin!!? OH! How Claustrophobic.
Brain vs Emotions
Brain vs Emotions
I live in a biscuit tin.
With a lid on top.
Understatement.!
Squashed, oppressed,
too close for comfort.
BRAIN: Too close to what?
All the other biscuits,
idiot!
BRAIN: Why are you in there?
Beats me.
That´s life, I guess.
BRAIN: How do the other biscuits manage?
They´re happy.
Always muttering amongst themselves
Even gossipping.
The poor ginger-nut
at the bottom or the tin
is always being derided.
BRAIN: Do they talk about you?
No. They think I´m odd
Ignore me.
They all look like
Agatha Christie´s Miss Marple.
I AM NOT a Mis Marple.!
BRAIN. Maybe someone
will soon take the lid off.
I´ve thought of that,
remembering Jonah.
BRAIN: Who?
Jonah, in the bible
fell overboard,
or was he pushed?
Swallowed by an enormous fish.
After 3 days
Fish throws up.
Jonah spews out onto a beach.
There he goes,
all wrinkly
and extremely white
BRAIN : Well he would be after 3 days
inside a giant fish...............
Yes but .. free ...
blue skies and seas
s.p.a.c.e.
No more belly of fish
no more claustrophobia.
I´m not Jonah.
Some small boy
may take the lid
off this biscuit tin
and eat me!!!
Even if he throws up
I´ll be in bits and pieces
not whole, like Jonah.
BRAIN: I´m beginning to see
your problem.
Don´t you get along with any of
the other biscuits.?
They are all circular.
I´m square.
I don´t belong here.
BRAIN: Would you like
to be round shaped
and fit in.?
NOPE! I´m me.
Just don´t belong in this tin
with lid on top
cramped, stuck,
claustrophobic.
BRAIN: You still have your backbone then?
Er... let me think...
Yep! backbone intact
Got your point Brain,
I climb over the other
biscuits,
till I reach the top of the tin
I keep bumping
the lid till falls off.
Any small, hungry boys
in sight and I run...
and run...
Thank you Brain.