I said to the little man
with the rather large head,
\"What bothers you today?
Why filled with such dismay?\"
He replied and cried,
\"My head is full of things
that I cannot get out
and speak about!
The need is great,
I dare not hesitate!\"
I replied, \"Why the alarm,
I am sure it will do harm.\"
He retorted, \"But these things
are important and I cannot
set them free
to all of thee!\"
I consoled and extolled,
\"Try not to push to hard
from above but from below.
I am sure from there
your thoughts will surely flow.\"
He looked perplexed and vexed,
\"But if I think that way,
will it not stink
and turn them away?\"
I responded for I am kind-hearted,
\"Bring a bed pan to carry your treasure.
Carry it with you and people will measure,
the value of thoughts from a large head produced and reduced!\"
He snorted and chortled,
\"I see and I agree.
Now they will all see
what\'s inside of me!\"
That my friends is the story of
Mr. Shithead, the little man
with the large head.
© Joe Giso