Rain Cloud Mind

Rain Cloud

My mind’s a rain cloud, soaring high,
Its thoughts descending, passing by,
Creating ripples in the pools,
Of memories past, unneeded tools.

In every droplet, every thought,
A giant universe is caught.
Its creatures live a billion years,
To us it’s just ’til my head clears.

The smallest drop, a bright idea,
Reminds my nose of diarrhea.
I don’t know why I thought of that,
It’s probably because I shat.

My pants.


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