I Want To Eat Your Brain

I want to eat your brain
Not in a gruesome, disgusting way
Contrary, it would be quite classy
Pinkies up and table cloths draped over laps

I could squeeze out every drop of information you've absorbed
Mix it with a nice liquor
And sip it like a cocktail at happy hour

Every bite from our meal thereafter
Would fill me with the simple joy only felt by the likes of grown men
Reminiscing young style pleasantries

Your thoughts could become my thoughts
And my thoughts would basically be your thoughts
In a way at least

The only difference is i'd be alive
And of course, you'd be dead
And i'd have all the knowledge