Go Ahead

The world is full of heads

Big heads, small heads

Black heads and white heads

And all together they bounce and twirl

And some wear crowns and some wear hats

And some wear hair and others are bare.

A certain kind of head shifts from side to side

Some speak true on their greasy pivots

And others are blue shaking in stiffened jots.

If in a syncopated rhythmic bop

I see your head give a merry stop

I will put a smile on mine and head for thine

And place on the bottom of yours a kiss

And watch your head grow into a balloon of bliss

And we’ll turn and face the northern wind

And walk along the reddening bed

Of sky forlorn for every fellow dead

Who in centuries past did lose his head

For bashing his hard against the guard

Of a mighty head over how much bread

I’m glad my head lives now instead

It’s heavy to my neck for all the miles I’ve tread

And soon it’ll plop sideways in time for bed

Hopefully in the morning I’ll still have my head

If you’ve got yours now then good for you

If you know where this is going then go ahead