I really wish I had a little more time to mess with this one, because the idea is GREAT, but I'm on a time crunch. An ode to leaving it all behind.

They strapped me down at half past three At The Center For Lobototology An x marks the spot behind my eye And soon all the memories will say goodbye

Doc Freeman runs the center downtown The Lobotalotillogical king with a crown The waiting rooms are always packed And no one ever looks back

My frontal lobe's is missing The trauma I'm not missing Thanks to modern advancements in conditioning

I drool a little on the bed Can't recall a word my mother said A peer-reviewed and published paradigm They cracked my yolk and I ended up fine

The nurses prepped the room by dawn By suppertime the pain was gone The side effects are minimal they swear A little numbness here and there

My frontal lobe's is missing The trauma I'm not missing They scraped it all out and now I'm just existing

I drool a little on the bed Can't recall a word my mother said A published study in the New York Times They scooped it out and I feel just fine

They send me flowers every week I smile at cards I cannot read The woman in the photo looks so kind I'm told she was my wife at one point in time

The garden here is nice and green I water plants, keep my routine They tell me I was angry before But they don't live here anymore