I know a person
That has no head
Yet he is living
Instead of dead
His situation
I particularly dread
He is up all night
He has no bed
He lost his head
Sometime ago
When at school
He was quite slow
No teacher’s fault
Or even a school’s
He did not care
He played the fool
He seldom went
So he did not learn
Now without a head
He has heartburn
The streets are his
Both day and night
He lives on scraps
O what a plight!
He is unkempt
He’s a terrible sight
He cannot distinguish
Wrong from right
Started with a spliff
Marijuana I mean
Then coke and crack
Then he careened
If you have a head
Don’t lose it please
If you lie with dogs
You will get fleas
Very sad indeed
That’s your view
But believe you me
It’s my view too
Stewart Russell © November 2018
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