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.