They don't have neurons. They don't even talk.
Look at them all day. They'll never look back.
They have as much spirit as a cinder block
It’s like trying to argue with a cuckoo clock
Panpsychic delusions; silly little hack
They don't have neurons. They don't even talk.
There’s no Truth Value. You’re a laughingstock.
We live in a world of matter and facts
They have as much spirit as a cinder block
They can't get up and run around the block
They don't even have a digestive tract
They don't have neurons. They don't even talk.
You think the wall is a door? Knock knock knock!
Are you high on mushrooms or just smoking crack?
They have as much spirit as a cinder block
Listen to the universe. Go for a walk
Stop grabbing your ideas off-the-rack
They don't have neurons, but you can hear them talk
And yes, there's a spirit in a cinder block
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: Coloured Stones, Panpsychism, Poetry, Tmaurizia, Villanelle
