Now  comes  the crunch
Here is the blank wall
Tall and perfectly set
My  skull will crunch
On  its flat wet surface
But I know  by now
My  senses are so dull
I will not feel it
When  I hit
The cart is set
The wheels  oiled
And  I head straight for it
At full tilt
Soiled and being pushed
All else disappears
In the rush
If I had a brain I would
Be dangerous.
Make  way.
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