Sawdust

I think
My brain hurts
Like a yoghurt
In a yurt
Like a sneeze
That wont quite sneeze
Like a silent wind
That causes bubbles
In the bath
Like a migraine
Without the psychodelic colours
Or distortion
Just pain
On the brain
I know, my brain hurts
No yoghurt
No yurt
In which to flirt
No delicious tongues
Around the lips
Nor salt, and vinegar
On my chips
I think it hurts
Because it's leaking out my ears
Along with the sawdust
That's been there for years

by Jemia