These thoughts surprise me. Suddenly, they're there.
What are these thoughts? And have they been supplied
By You-Know-Who? Who writes this questionnaire?
Are thoughts the souls of brain-cells which have died,
But linger on like ghosts inside one's head,
On their way to brain-cell heaven or hell?
Will I become a thought, when I am dead?
Each time I have a thought, I say farewell
To brain-cells by the score -and each of these
Is an actual part of physical me.
For brain-cells are physical entities,
Which plainly die, but do not cease to be.
I think. A brain-cell dies. I have a thought.
Hey presto! Immortality, old sport