I'll Buy a Drone to Fly Inside My Head

I think I'll go and buy a drone

and fly it up inside my head

to spy on furtive thoughts unknown -

those genies who are keen to clone

the dead.

I'm sure I'll find all kinds of things

I'd otherwise not know about:

lost bookmarks, pets, and wedding rings,

a pole from childhood from which swings

some rotting trout.

I'll spy the plans that went astray

and all those former selves I faked,

the gods to whom I used to pray

that left my mind in disarray,

the fears in which I quaked.

I'll fly by my amygdala -

with stealth so not to cause alarm -

then scan my cortex for enigma

and for bruises born of stigma

or concern for others' harm.

A drone to fly inside my brain.

I wouldn't say it's too absurd.

I'll vlog it on the YouTube pane.

It might lead to financial gain.

Mark Cuban's said he'll offer me a third!