Bounce

The erratic progress of his mind
Follow the bouncing brain
Mood swings soaring high and low
Trying not to leave a stain

Rapid fire on his morning rounds
Finally hit the wall
Relieved for the moonlight mile
Hoping his wreck won't stall

Considering the acid test
Just the frontal lobe intact
The hooker asking him to score
Was never big on tact

A little something for the muse
Must keep her content
A few sapphires for her eyes
But don't know where the money went...