Cobwebs

Sometimes I look inside my brain and like not what i see,

so i get my brain broom out and look for cobwebs to sweepee

But the spiders in my cobwebbed brain are happy where they are,

so we negotiate a little pact for peace and brains green par.

But the sneaky little fuckers spin their webs both day and night

and before long my insides give me shudders, gift me fright.

So back out comes the brain broom and i sweep ferociously,

because you break a pact with mummy, with the broom you'll deal you see.

Then my brain is joyful, happy, cobweb free and spider cleansed,

I get a few weeks grace until they move back in again.

Creepy crawlies clogging up my brain like moths around a candle;

perhaps i need dual brooms to sweep this brain, cobwebs are much to handle.