Scatterbrain

Scatterbrains are just the same as regular people

Except for some impairments they display

Like seldom remembering your name

Even if they are in your family

When the phone rings at home, sometimes they open the

Refrigerator door and say hello

They load washing machines with clean clothes

That they just unloaded from the dryer

It may seem sad, you may think that they have gone mad

But it's just the peculiar ways of the scatterbrain

They put stuff like coffee cups and purses and grocery bags

On the top of the car and drive away

And notice this some moments later

When they brake or take a corner

And they spend time trying to find

The glasses they're wearing

Or the keys that they are holding in their hand

And when they find them they call themselves bad names like

You stupid moron or you idiot or you loser

It may seem sad, like a tragic and cruel handicap

But it's just the peculiar ways of the scatterbrain

There's one now in the kitchen, he's sweeping the floor

But he needs a new broom so he runs to the store

But in the car, on the way, he hears a new song he likes

So he stops to buy the record but he runs into Mike

And they talk over coffee until Mike has to go

And our man can't remember just why he left home

So if you see one of these

Directionless people

Maybe you can offer them a hand

Instead of just pointing and laughing

But if you do, well, who could blame you?

It may seem sad, but actually it's not that bad

It's just the peculiar ways

The truly inscrutable daze

The thick intellectual haze

The look in the eyes kind of glazed

The life like a mouse in a maze

Of the scatterbrain