A Little Jaunt Through The Haunt!

 It was bad.I'm so mad.Mad at it.I hiss and spit.
Spit and hiss.Ain't that bliss?Don't like ain't?Come now, don't faint.
Could hit your head.Could wind up dead.Or dead in the head.Always stuck in bed.
Hmm, might work.Could be a perk.Not the bed part.More needed than to fart.
But the dead head.That should be fed.Save a spot.Let everything there rot.
Thoughts that is.Not flesh biz.Or bone and such.Anatomy is too much.
But there's the dead.The dead of your head.Let it suck all in.At least all worthy of a spin.
There it will rot.Not adding to any plot.Poof! Gone forever.The dead head endeavor.
It was so bad.I'm oh so mad.I hiss and spit.What a load of shit.
What was I saying?Bah, who needs replaying.I went into the dead head space.Now a smile I sure embrace.
See? Let insecurity rot and you will be far happier than you thought. Dwelling on it each and every day won't make it go away. So stay whelmed at your sea. Let it rot and be forgotten about by thee. Will do much more for you in the end. So go the dead head trend. There all insecurities can pass and you'll turn out as crazy as my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.