Headspace poem

my current headspace can be explained thusly:

my brain has gone down the drain
has anyone seen where it went?
maybe it's gone to Spain on the train
or declared itself Duchess of Kent..

boredom and projects do not mix
am I doing all this just for kicks?
I don't mean the cereal, ya freaks!
just something to fill up the weeks..


Okay, crap poem.. and I certainly can't do any better than that. :P