Metaphor for Brain

Welcome to your mystery manor,

when you open the doors you’ll find the place

burning,

monkeys dancing in the rafters,

cheering on the rats

revving up a hallway road race–

we keep the hardwood floors

wet

so they don’t char

and as a bonus

it makes the rats

in go-karts

slide

and spin,

perfect for your entertainment–

the primates

stay up late

and cheer on their favorites

loudly

but that makes them

always good company

for a party

and they keep the price low

plus the neighbors

don’t show

(since they all left

ages ago!)

to complain,

and the winters

don’t get cold,

since we have

overbusy beaver butlers

constantly carting in new firewood

plus flaming tires

to mark out new routes for the rats

screeching through the halls

in an effort to keep them away

from the kitchen

or at least

the den,

and the summers

stay smoky

but that’s good for the staying calm,

so I hear,

and really,

the place has burned so long

you needn’t worry about it

actually going down,

haha,

why would it do that?