Giant Fucking Forehead the Size of God

By Tom Kurstjens

Jesus H, look at the size of that man’s forehead.
His hairline recedes from his source of infinite power.
Bro’s entire skull looks thick as a sledgehammer.
I bet he could use that thing to break concrete,

Or reflect the sun’s rays to fry ants in the sand.
I want to crack it open and see what’s inside.
That or play tic tac toe on that giant fucking forehead,
The glorious layer of bone defending the brain.

You ever wonder what the life of a brain is like?
It must be so lonely, cramped up in the dark,
Having no reason for living other than function.
Is this a capitalism metaphor?

Curse you, reality, for infecting my brain.
Is there another reason for foreheads to exist?
Is there a reason for legs, arms, hearts, life?
What will any of this achieve?

I can see the fish-breds debate,
And try to make sense of where we went wrong.
Why did humans pollute the sea?
What was the sea? What was water?

Why did humans nuke each other off the planet?
Hydrogen was so primitive. Now we use solar lasers!
What did homo sapiens use their foreheads for?
Why not just relocate the brains to the stomach?

May the forehead of God bitchslap us 
To where the sun don’t shine,
And flatten mankind like a meteor.
We wanted to walk into the future. But no,

We bumped our giant foreheads into the doorway,
Cracked them open,
And now we are forever trapped in the past.
Not going to lie. The future sounds cool.