Brains, Brains and More Brains

(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM) I want to eat brains and I want to eat them now. Bring me the brains of a pig or the brains of a cow. People usually get sick when they see me eating brains. Some people say I'm weird; others say I'm insane. I order more brains when I'm asked what I want for dessert. I did this yesterday and the waiter was a little curt. He stabbed me in the nuts with a fork and then he stuck it in my eye. I threw him out of a two story window to see if he could fly. I learned that he couldn't fly when he hit the ground. He weighed over half a ton and he cracked the pavement for miles around. This restaurant has lousy service that shouldn't be allowed. I'm going to start kicking asses if I don't get some brains right now.