Is my gearbox 

And it feels itself

To be in need 

Of a grease and oil change.

Every so often

The sump of an engine 

Needs to be drained

And topped up  

With fresh oil.

They say brain drain

Is when good brains

In the heads of smart people 

Leave the country 

For overseas destinations.

To me brain drain

Is the need for overhaul. 

My gears in the brain box

Don’t seem to mesh

With past precision 

And things are grating on my mind

Like never before.