No longer have a particular aim
Might even say I’m harebrained
I’m trying my best to remain
But my mind must be sprained
It’s making no chain
From my mottled brain
To my mouth to explain…
Yes, I’m still somewhat sane
Let me make it plain:
My brain is too strained.
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Welcome
The Bag Lady 
I certainly have days like that!
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