My Brain Is A Clock With A Library Poem by Candace Johnson

My brain is a clock
Always going tick- tock
Moving quickly in several ways
Only pausing for a few okays

My brain is a clock with a library
To think of how fast it moves is scary
It's full of millions of working card catalog files
They'd stretch billions of miles

All I have to do is give it a command
And it can give me info or make me stand
Tick... tock, shuffle... shuffle
It moves without making a ruffle