Food For Thought

Inside my fucked up head,

Many things get said,

Why is that man called Ted?

Why does she wear the color red?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

The thoughts go on and on,

Why is a baby deer a fawn?

Why do horses eat the lawn?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

Oh the thoughts that cross my mind,

Why do watermelons have a rind?

Why are good people so hard to find?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

The wheels are always turning,

Why are schools made for learning?

Why are politicians so greedy about earning?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

Lots of crazy thoughts abound,

Why are innocents locked in the pound?

Why are wack jobs free to roam around?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

All these thoughts are swimming,

Why is baseball played in innings?

Why do some have trouble winning?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

Thoughts float freely everywhere,

Why is that thing a polar bear?

Why does that boy not have a care?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

All sorts of thoughts do linger,

Why did she become a singer?

Why does he deserve my middle finger?

 

Inside my fucked up head,

There are even thoughts in limbo,

Why is a blonde assumed a bimbo?

Why is there a doggie looking out that window?

 

Everything that’s said,

Inside my fucked up head,

I hope one day my mind,

Will finally unwind,

Hopefully before I’m dead,

Inside my fucked up head.

 

 

 

A Jack-o-Lantern’s Mind

I’m a little pumpkin,

You picked from a vine,

So plain and quiet and boring,

But I’m supposed to represent,

All those Halloween Horrors,

And I wanna be more scary.

 

All those other creatures,

Goblins, monsters, and witches,

Black cats and skeletons too,

The kiddies howl and then cower in fright,

When they go “BOO!”

 

But me over here,

Jack-o-Lantern by name,

Just sitting on your doorstep,

Or perhaps your windowsill,

Though I’m aglow with your tealight’s flame,

Still I am lame,

And I wanna be more scary.

 

In my mind I am scary,

Scary as Hell,

These eyes are vicious,

They blaze like a Demon’s,

Wings sprout from this back,

And carry me high.

 

High on my broomstick I fly,

Like the Witch from the West,

Tonight I will give these kiddies a fright,

Laughing with glee,

They will not be,

How’s that for Halloween Horrors?

 

But that’s all in my head,

It’s not for real,

Like I said,

It’s just in my head.

 

This All Hallows Eve,

Don’t just pass me by,

I am not just a pumpkin,

I am something, someone,

Though it might be,

All in my head,

I’m something, someone.