The Headless Man

 Sometimes I feel like a headless man who's found his head
and won't make the same mistake again
But I still lose my grip and drop into some thorny bush, giving me
a headache and some scabs on my knuckles as I try to grab it
Telling myself to hold on to it tighter this time, I squeeze it until
I begin to feel uncomfortable, my eyes roll back
forgetting how to breathe (inhale from the nose, exhale from the mouth
right?) The grip is wayyy too tight as I spin dizzy with stars across
vision, letting go, dropping my fucking head again
A loud fleshy thud on the cement like an angry clenched fist
to the face, frustration boils like some nasty ass stew
Fed up with having to carry this seemingly dead weight across streets
and down these uneven sidewalks
About ready to punt it into some mine field where it will explode
and splatter the gray matter all over the grass so it can act as
a type of fertilizer, finally making it useful for the earth if not
for me...

Head: Why don't you just put me on your neck?

I: Oh shit... never thought of that...

Head: That's what I'm for ;)