Airhead

Got a Hole in my head
All the hope leaks out
Run a wild, mad, track
Leave a trail on the ground
Let the dogs lap it up
Pray they track me down
As the howls grow louder
Fade before I’m found
Snufflin’ Soft wet snout
In that hole in my head
Drink a last luscious blend
Made of Joy and dread
Feel the fur on my fingers
And the tongues on my skin
Every single good buddy
Lets his teeth sink in
I’m Sinking deep into
Voided slumber
Some big boss has
got my number
Call me Airhead
That’s what’s left
Guess I Should
Have put on
My nice dress.