'I Don't Know What Goes on in your Head, Sometimes.'

Remember the Beezer? Some geezer,
had a group of little men
living in his head.
I found it chilling, head filling
with busy activity.
The unheard voices
metaphored the synapse jumping gaps.
Electrical pulses riding
the neuron axon on
action potential, a puff essential
crossing to chemical receptors.
A brain can contain
five hundred trillion. Bet you a million
that's no less fantastic
than the Numskulls.