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While My Entrails Dangle


Today I took my head off

to see a different angle

It was beautiful to watch

my entrails dangle

My art friend came over

to take a couple pics

And no one seemed to worry

about it

 

I set my head on the counter

so I could chat with my friends

But even through what could be chaos

I still kept my head

The head on the counter

it rotted too

There's a fridge in the back 

if it's ready to be used

 

I keep my head in there

until it calls home

Maybe one day it will

maybe one day it won't

For now I can see

all of the different angles

I can create beautifully 

while my entrails dangle

 

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