"Hello, frontal lobe"

Poem #8. Uploaded Monday November 8, 6:17 PM. From "Poetry Collection 1."

Hello, frontal lobe
I hear you've been quite well
I hear you've made some heaven
Out of this human hell
I hear you've had some women
I hear you've drank some booze
I've seen you on the TV
You never sing the blues
But, as for your body
You've left it here to rot
You've burned it with the cannabis
You hide beneath your cot
And so you'll make a choice
You truly may regret
There may be legal fees
You may end up in debt
They've forced you to liberate
Your helpless, happy daze
They've told you to help it
Be free from thoughtful ways
So I'll leave you with these last words
If they ever will be true
Perhaps it is much better
To be without a clue