BIG FAT SLOW, LITTLE THIN FAST MAN

You're a big fat slow man
going at a snails pace.
Your brain has put the brake on.
Neurons gone and left your case.
Mind is very spaced out.
There’s distance between thoughts.
Reduced electrical performance.
Wish you could speed up.
It makes a lot of s..sense.
Borders d..d..disappearing.
I think you're going to s..s..s..stop…..

He’s a little, thin and fast man.
That’s right he’s going fast now.
Really speeded up.
Thoughts are just a blur, wow.
No time for inner vision.
Foot down, head on collision.
He cannot slacken off,
or even get his bearings.
He’s caught up to where he started.
He’sbackbeforehedeparted.

Guess what? He met his big fat self.