Learn

Everything I ever learn I store inside my head
In tiny little boxes coloured yellow green and red
Most of it is good to use and therefore is free
But some is way too dangerous, kept under lock and key
Most stuff sits there harmlessly and I juggle it about
Until the time comes that I need to random knowledge spout
As days go past a constant stream of info gets boxed in
Good or bad or nasty I can take it on the chin
There have been times when all my boxes bring too much to bear
Some things I don't want to know, don't want them sitting there
But sometimes it all forms nicely
Rhyme and rhythm too
These come out as poems
They're writ, with love, for you