The Thing Betwixt The Ears Poem by Buxton Shippy

Tame that thing betwixt the ears
Before it goes meandering.
For what last best, beyond the years
Is everlasting.
Should it demands to roam and play,
Keep it on the pages;
Multitude lost their way,
Overcame by its rages.
Many tried to find its core,
Contoured in blistered scalps,
Confuted, they washed ashore,
Even like hungered salps.
Unrestricted, within borders, worlds created.
Unruly and evil bent, lives expended.