Can anybody spare a brain?
It hate to ask; it's such a pain.
That graveyard Joe bit me last night
when he and I had quite the fight,
and I've been tossing on my bed
dreaming of opening your head
and slurping up that fatty goo—
and maybe then you'd join us too?
One little bite can change so much,
some things can spread by just one touch,
and I have never loved you more
than standing here outside your door.
Oh can't you have a tender heart?
a cut of lobe, just one small part?
Spare a Brain?
Tale Told 