The Clash

He wants to meet me,

The person wearing the blue jacket

And a black tie; sipping Turkish coffee;

He was inquiring about my name,

Bring him to me, I said.

He did not come, he never came;

He expected nothing from me,

He knew I could give him nothing.

I had acquired higher knowledge,

I had the experience that could benefit him;

He wanted none of these,

He wanted to own my brain.

I called him again to meet me, and he came.

I gave my brain to him, and he was happy.

That his brain would clash with mine

He did not know

And when it did,

His brain riddled with greed,

His infirm body,

His thoughts and emotions, gone awry, revolted.

He sought refuge in my brain,

My brain could not function in the absence of his body,

And so lost all its power.

He knew he too was lost,

He asked my brain to return to me;

Simultaneously the revolt within him ended.

He reverted to sipping the delightful Turkish coffee.