Again Unto the Brink

They're back.
No stopping it now.
A mind attack,
The size of a cow.
Draining like a sink,
Again unto the brink.

Over the edge
I look this time,
Wondering what
Wonders I might behold as we segue into something
Not at all like the previous lines, just flowing with the
Random Neurons Firing In My Brain.

What happens next is quite unexpected,
Dancing ninny goats on the head of a pin that's the size
Of the Empire State Building. Who knows where they came from
Or what they had for breakfast. Would anybody ever think about
That if they ever
Saw those ninny
Goats
?

Thousands of apology
It doesn't seem that every
Thing is quite a morphology
Of Thought in Derry.
Is that a crime?

More people might want to know about the procrastinating
Stock-brokering cubics the shape of dodecahedrons in four dimensional
Space who,
Laughing,
Prescribe medicinal antidotes to their own tantalizing tentacles
Of Mediocrity. WTF?

Can't you be more constructive with your criticism,
Or take a flight the size of a Concord Jet?
Just to be safe from plagerization and bastard stipulations
Imposed by the ruling class in your ignorant fiefdom?

Gorram it, this don't make a lot of sense but with the
Random Neurons Firing In My Brain,
It's time to take the plunge and indulge...
Suffocate from a drink.
Again unto the brink.