I Like To Stick My Head Up

I like to stick my head up. Sometimes it gets lopped off. While the angry one glares at me. I like to give them my views. Especially when they are unpopular. Even when they surround me and mob me Yelling and screaming in a threatening way. I like to be counted. Even when they take swords and hatchets And lop my head off at the neck. Even when they do it jaggedly. That’s on them, right? I like to stick my head up. Sometimes it gets lopped off. By the angry ones. Served to me on a Santa Claus platter. And it laughs.