Just Air
Today I woke up and found my head had exploded
My brain couldn't retain the shape in which it was molded
Satirical wit; plots, plans and schemes poorly unfolded
It was most certainly quite an ugly and alarming scene
as I sat down here to look at my computer screen
Wondering if I could find words to say what I mean.
Writers block is eventually maneuvered around
That is, when you wake and your head is found.
But that obviously wasn't quite the case
When I looked in the mirror and found no face.
No beard, no eyes, no smile or sense
Nothing really of notable consequence.
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