The four head's

The four heads,
The four heads,
The four heads,
they spin,
The four heads,
The four heads,
The four heads,
within,
In Unpredictable speeds.

The one head,
The longest,
The very last to fall,
It's a pre written Book,
You'll be hardly appalled,
Most times it's boring,
Sometimes it's sweet,
Jargon and jargon,
Rest safety and needs,
The stablest of them all.

The next head
Is not up there,
It's you know where,
Under layers of inner wear,
Starts with pleasure
Ends in guilt,
Grows with dirt,
It's a necessary filth,
Rabid eyes and an open mouth,
Fantasising, romanticising,
Dreaming and plotting,
Staring and spotting,
Ever ready to answer
A desperate maiden's call.

The third head the lightest,
The brightest of all,
The real dreamer,
The thinker, a stall
full of bouncing balls,
It drinks in water,
Tries to spray out the rain,
The optimist, the wanna be,
A maker in pain,
It has to satisfy the itch.

The fourth head the darkest,
Designed like a maize,
As you wander in,
You get lost without trace,
It keeps throwing rocks,
To keep you down,
Controls your strings,
you will dance like a
Sad sad clown,
Pins and needles,
Scrach maks on your skin,
Storms and uproars,
Whirlpool with enchors,
The horror in the mist.