My brain is like cheese and i like cheese.
sometimes my brain is all stringy like cheese to where my moods are crossed and hard to untie.
sometimes my brain is all gooey and makes me wanna go cross eyed from time to time...
however no matter the difference i do like cheese and my brain can be compared to cheese of all sorts from all over the world.
sometimes my brain gets writers block and reminds me of a block of cheese.
and sometimes my brain is soft and squishy like cheese laid over a cracker...
sometimes my brain is liked melted cheese but only when i think about love...
my brain is like cheese....i like cheese....do you like cheese...
(FYI: this poem is not to make sense it is to see how stupid i can be with poetry)
