I have to beat my brain
To keep you satisfied
I have to cut the chains
And let out what's inside
I have to beat upon my brain to get my tongue untied

And my distinguished peers
Never know what it means
I think that it appears
Easier than it seems
They whine and bitch about their little aches and pains
I'll sympathize after they beat their brains

And when the well is dry
I get so damned annoyed
That I do things that I
Most often will avoid
Because I beat upon my brain to keep from being unemployed

I know one thing for sure
I don't care what you say
There is no simple cure
For when I feel this way
It's the one thing in my life
To which I claim to cling
I beat my brain to become intersting

I've a blatent disrespect for sensible restraint
From time to time I tend to rule to rhyme
And I'm sick and tired of always trying to explain
Words only happen when I beat my brain

many of us try to beat our brain when we don't have the words to explain
what we feel inside. i like your poem and find every word very true
sometimes writing rymes is the only way to release stress in our daily
lives