Today, I found my head.
I’d thought it was gone, for sure,
But it was just hiding
Under the bed
With the other monsters.
I’m glad it’s back.
It had this weird smile
As I brushed off the dust
And screwed it back on.
Kinda makes me think it planned this whole thing out.
But it’s just a head,
Those things don’t plan.
Everyone knows that.
I asked it where it had been,
And it just said,
“Oh, you know, around.”
That didn’t really help, though.
Round shapes are around all the time,
So where the hell had it been?
Still no answer,
I can’t think straight.
Maybe I didn’t
Screw it on the right way.
Is it on tight enough?
It thinks so, yes.
I’m not so sure, though.
Oh well,
Time to talk to people.
Ugh, those people!
They keep talking,
Spewing nonsense and idiocy,
Can they hear themselves,
Is it just me?
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