Logic sits in the corner and weeps
The Brain joins it
while the Gut works the room
everyone is bored
“I’m not infected”
the Gut helps shut out reality
Later
we’ll hide from the consequences
Later
our rage will be pointed at the “other”
Later
the blame falls elsewhere
Later
the scapegoats will be plentiful
Logic continues to sit in the corner
it can no longer weep
The Brain is dead
the Gut rules the world