Pain Used Here - Smooth Unisex

In a quirky corner of the city's maze, Where graffiti speaks and colors blaze, There's a picture, man, you gotta see, A fella holding his head, oh gee! He's standing there, bold and bare, Head in hand, without a care, His neck's a stump, but don't you dread, He seems quite happy, though he's lost his head! "Pain Used Here," the caption wry, Underneath that head-holding guy, It's like he's saying, "Look at me, Lost my head, but still carefree!" His eyes are wide, his smile's a curve, Got more nerve than most reserve, In his hand, his head, it seems, Is whispering secrets or crazy dreams. Around the corner, life hustles by, But here's this dude, with his head held high, Well, not on neck, but in his grip, A surreal captain of a graffiti ship. So if you're wandering, feeling dead, Remember the man who's holding his head, "Pain Used Here," but don't you fear, He's laughing still, year to year. A bit of madness in the air, A touch of joy, a dash of dare, In a world so serious, tight,