head so full of ideas
all the time
a veritable smorgasbord
{as Templeton would say}
a never ending thought bombardment
with every absurd loose association imaginable
{some of them even in a Paul Lynde accent}
you can probably only just barely even begin to fathom
so when I was fantasizing tonight randomly
about attending a live all-girl
be-bop performance
it was a welcome novel brain tickle to find
myself wondering what kind of noises
these girls might make
during sex