A middle-aged head, she thinks I'm dead,
But as you can see I sure ain't.
Goodly good always in good mood,
Really a masquerading saint.
A decapitated head, neck still red,
A touch of vitriol in speech.
Pretty darn good this neighborhood,
I am a full time freeloader leech.
I make things up and speak it out,
There's gullible people all around.
The more I lie tell me why, they say,
"A pound of flesh very sound?"
A lot of folks wearing cloaks,
Holy by definition larcenous.
It's my need, I must exceed,
Make a holier cheater universe.
I pick lightbulbs from my ass,
You notice I don't have any.
It's all gas, gaslighted mass,
I make a pious penny.
Barnum statements are my trick,
The girls will die for it.
When I was young, as a palmist,
I used to be full of shit.
Now as a head I feign dead,
I get carried around in plump hands.
I get fed, good moist meat red,
Hallelujah this girl understands.
Super holy thus, a head with an anus,
It's more than what you need.
Knowledge isn't needed, but lies,
My word you must quietly heed.
