mmmccxxxvi

there just isn’t any time
for goodbyes

hello,
howdy,
how goes it,
head?

head’s a
hole, that’s
what, that’s
how it goes.

who says,
head? I said
who’s really to
say how it
goes?

says the hole
you called a
head, that’s
who!

i didn’t know.

well now you do!

good gawd head!
good gawd hole!

well, if it isn’t 

our good mister 

headache!

man, if this
isn’t just all

I can’t POS

sibly take!

YOU ARE THE 

HEADACHE!

AND I AM 

THE HOLE!

that’s what

either one 

or two 

of us

said.

the usses

of headache

and hole.

hey there,
hi there
and ho
there,
hole!

[mutter
mutter
and pause]
well whattaya
know [head’s
head held in its
big gigantic hands]

[all rise
to meet
the rowdy
chorus as
they sing
their:]
hello hello hello
hello hello hello
hello hello hey
hello hello
hello hello

hey hole!

hey head!

are you
thinking
what I’m
thinking?

yep! says head

yes, indeed!
says hole

[head, hole
and headache,
in unison:]
that sure was
one raucous
caucus!

[and then

our emo trio
chime in with
round two of

that chorus 

of hellos, etc.]