Spicy Mind
I have a spicy mind. It doesn’t
do what people tell it to.
It’s often very friendly but then
sometimes it’ll yell at you.
It’s like a pair of horses pulling
each their separate way at once,
or else it is a jester with
a chestful of annoying stunts.
I have a spicy mind. It often
makes me want to scream and shout.
It’s like a tiger, locked up in
a cage, that simply can’t get out.
It throws me lots of curveballs
and it’s riddled with anxiety.
It conjures ways to trick me
with its impish impropriety.
I have a spicy mind. I guess
it’s tiring, but I’ve grown to learn
that often it’s delectable
despite the way my brain can burn.
My mind belongs to me, you see
I think that I am stuck with it,
so stick it in your recipe
and come and try your luck with it!
