Sponge Brain.

My mind is like a sponge 

Under pressure all my thoughts are squeezed out. 

They run down the drain into my stomach where they reek havoc with my digestion. 

In gastric intestinal distress I stand, thoughtless, aloof. 

Thank God for the proverb

Even a fool will be thought wise if he keeps his mouth shut.

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