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Phoenix8523

Finally

If my head was to

get chopped off my neck,

I would watch myself

falling all over. 

Knocking ev’rything

and making a mess. 

 

With my head in hand,

I would just look “off”.

People would pause to

curse and to shame me.

 

Bastards, can’t you see

I’m hurting intense?

 

My parents would not

let me in the house,

because they would have

placed fragile lamps on

ev’ry flat surface. 

 

Bullies would come and

start playing soccer

with my ball-shaped head. 

 

And, I’d just be glad

to be in the game.