the sleeping head
falls accustomed to it brim
sits lopsided with a grin
wanting ever so much to say
"hello, im a head by the way"
a warm embrace between its smile
a walk
a wonder
more than a mile
of yarn is told from its fair mouth
juices flowing with a shout
i am she
the head that sought
to change the world with a single thought
i echoe strangers where they lay
and drink them under the table "hey"
buts thats not all that i can do
i can shout and go "wooohooo"
i am no stranger to deeper stuff
regularly exercising bits of fluff
that pass for cells and brain tissue
then i really do shout
"wooohooo"
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