Mental Blender

Okay so a great deal of friends have been asking me to post this poem. Some say it is like a blender. I wrote it a couple years back, but its been among the most requested. So far my favorite way to present this poem is with a Russian accent. But read this thing aloud as fast as you can for some fun. But also it has some pretty nice significance if you read into it. I get something new out it every time I perform this, read this, or quote from this poem. Tell me what your take on what this poem means to you.

Thanks,

Dan

Ego

My insides are outside,

Though outside they’re inside,

And inside, I truly wish

Being outside, my insides

Could subside and curbside,

The outside outsidedness;

Yet, outsides can never be,

An inside-out memory,

For outside, they inwardly

Exposed outside vividly;

Thus inside, my insides

Yearn freedom from outside,

And outside, my insides,

Remain insidiously inside-out.

So, to subside the insides,

I tried outsides of insides

Till outsides had subsided,

And inside, insides divided.

Inside my insidedness,

I no longer outsidedly,

Curbsided my memories

And outside looking in,

I subsided with a grin!

Now inside, I’m inside;

And outside, I’m outside.

Though sometimes, I’m inside-out,

And sometimes, I’m outside-in.