Sometimes I wonder about the sanity (or lack thereof) of my mind...

So instead of hashing out cognitive thought, here's a cockney poem I wrote a couple years back.
As art, it's miserable- as an expression of my mind, it serves.
[and no, I'm not British, so yes, my cockney isn't legit, shopopalo]

Cockney

Here's lookin' at you kid

'Cause tonight you're gonna Charlie Brown

I'll be lookin' fer you kid

As the icy waves crash down

The first'll mess an' muck your brearf

The second, knock you cold

The third brings resurrecshun

This jig ney'er grows old!

Lor', luv a duck!

Cold blink in Jurrassic Park

Ya sure feel like a schmuck

Chomped by Noah's Ark

The George Michael's quite legendary

So unfortunately ordinary