Stress Poem by Jared Bradford

So much stress
I feel it in the back of my neck
It's like my necks a tree
And a woodpeckers pecking it's peck
Then flies up in my head
And makes a nest, kind of like thoughts in my head
That just sit up there, get comfy, maybe make a bed
And it thinks I'll forget, go brain-dead
Till there's nothing left except cob-webs
Or maybe I could just get bored, no
I watched that bird soar
Cause I evicted the bird like a landlord
Kind of like Michigan lost the 'Ford'
And some say thoughts can be like tools of construction
Some of mine are like a hammer without nails
Their only use is destruction