Meet The Dick HeadsMature

Mr and Mrs Head

are so tangled

they can’t sleep in a bed.


Dick’s in charge

so he says but

permissions go through Marge.


He’s whip-master

she gallops

faster and faster.


They’re both twisters

always turning

circling the casters.


Chasing tail

like dogs in heat

but their bones are frail.


They fuse together

puzzle pieces

made for pleasure.


But they can dance

put on a show

Dick-heads Entrance.

The End

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