I want a skull – a human skull.
It would make a divine paper weight.
I’d let it rest on my death threats
As I sit back in my leather chair
And sip whiskey slowly.

I want a skull – a human skull.
I’d plant a daisy inside the left eye socket
And I’d watch it grow through the bullet holes
As I sit back in my leather chair
And count the zeros on my statement.

I want a skull – a human skull.
I’d get implants for the skull,
They’d be gold and I’d let people stare
As I sit back in my leather chair
And laugh until I had them removed – forcefully.

I want a human skull – yours.
I want it on my mahogany desk
Because you hurt me in school
As I sat in my small school desk
And tried to hide the bruises from my parents.