'Quit while you're a head' they say
but I am just a lonely skull
unable to enjoy the pleasures of life
my existence is rather dull
I love to lounge around all day
in my spot on the oak desk
for me not the most exciting place
but it is where I must take my rest
I have trouble going out anywhere
which I believe to be very unfair
I can't even do very much
but I can still give someone a scare
The worst thing about being a skull is the parties
I can't move around easily
during every event I want to weep
as I have no body to take me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem