My head is an
Egg head
Yes, an egg head
With a never ending fore-
Head
My eyebrows Well Done and
My thoughts
✨Scrambled✨
Sometimes I sit in the sun
And let my egg head rest
Because it’s
really heavy
And it’s hard to walk around with an egg head all the time
Sometimes I wish my head was not an egg head
But then my egg head tells me to shut up
The egg of my head is fragile though
If you make careless movements
It will crack
But in the same breadth
it’s versatile
adventurous
Scandalous, even
And it glistens in the sun
Like a tomato
Maybe it’s a tomato egg head
Hi my name is Tuli and I have a tomato egg head
About the Creator
Tuli
Hi, I hope you feel something from my poetry.
I write primarily for the gracious generation born to lost caregivers
May you one day be inundated with the flowers you always deserved
I also dabble in the genres of the random and corny :)
Hidden Happiness
The world in which we live, is constantly changing, and this applies even more so in these days in which we live. With the implementation of AI into the workplace, people are beginning to fear for their jobs. With the rumors of wars circulating across the globe people are falling into fearful states, that are spurred on by changes, the likes of which we have never in human history, experienced before.
By Kaylon Forsyth5 days ago in Humans
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