I cracked my head
open, on the kitchen floor
to prove to you
that I had brains.
Like an egg,
I spilled out.
All of me, yolk and
all, crept through
the cracked linoleum
slipping under the refrigerator.
And my last thought
was to clean the floor
in case of roaches.

I hope you got your head seeing to after your fall.

Really enjoyed this.

You should write in this vein more.

I puffed da weed
To get me high
My friend did sigh
I wondered why

Not enough tuck
not enough nip
That rolled up roach
Had stuck to my lip

Thanks.

---Beany---, good one. lol

Cheers. That's the kind of roaches I thought you meant.

No, that would be a happier poem.