I told my brain, “Let’s work today.”
It hissed, “Abeg, just go away.”
I said, “We’ve deadlines, bills, and rent!”
It groaned, “Your problem’s evident.”
I bribed it first with suya spice,
It said, “Nice try, but add some rice.”
I brewed black coffee, hot and mean,
It staged a protest, held a scene.
It made a placard: ‘No More Stress!’
Then called my heart for an address.
My lungs joined in, my knees took sides
Now every organ’s on sick-leave rides!
I tried to pray, I tried to beg,
My brain just twerked and crossed its legs.
It said, “Until you sleep for once,
You’ll write like broken restaurant fonts.”
Now I just stare, my thoughts in jail,
My muse escaped by local rail.
If brains could quit and still get paid,
Mine owns a union, fully made.
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