My Brain Poem by Stanley Cooper

My brain has its own mind
I've no say at all
I've no control of any kind
Of words or poems I scrawl

I tell it this, I tell it that
It never pays attention
What I propose is bristled at
I'm robbed of all retention

I'm now a poet-poem-less bound
My brain is at wits end
It offers nothing at all profound
Except my poem-less portend

I won't fight it anymore
Its mind is much too strong
Hopefully, the peace of mind I'm searching for
Will appear before too long