of what am I made?

my body is a pillow of stone and weeds

that sprout from my head like ideas from seeds

my arms are salvation from danger and cups

I put some things down and pick them back up

my mouth is a rainbow with socks at the ends

it tells me bad things that were "thought by my friends"

my brain is a jar filled with lemon and greed

it stings on some days and on others it bleeds

and when I bleed out, it turns into goo

if I could be made of what you're made of too

I'd surely turn out as a jumbled up stew