A mysterious package, ain’t no head of cabbage
It’s a head of cauliflower with its own brain power
Why the hell not? It’s got a bumpy texture
The kind of head you’d see in a medical lecture
What kind of thoughts are sweeping across?
A silver screen show of the decapitating blow
And now this head is in my shopping cart
In this cinematic trauma, I’m still taking part
Soon this head will be boiled in a pot
Covered with cheese sauce, a whole damn lot
Dandruff flakes and a cerebral cortex
They’re pieces of fiber in my colonic vortex
All that potential for academic genius
Shat away like the flood of melty cheeses
Every head in that grocery superstore
Was capable of brilliance and so much more
Now they’re swimming in stomachs full of gas
Destined for a water slide ride out of the ass
Am I the crazy one for having these thoughts?
Maybe my head is produce one day to be bought
Feels weird carrying severed heads around
But who cares when fiber is good for shedding pounds?
They came from the garden, not the cemetery
But what’s the difference when shit gets buried?
Seeds and corpses grow the finest veggies
Why find the meaning when I can just be edgy?
I’m the only one who can find the connection
These bowel-shaking thoughts are my own invention
Wouldn’t be the first time I didn’t resonate
I’m the only one who gets my own jokes as of late
