My Head and His Head

I’m a sales rep;
Beside the Cafe Square
Lies my head
In a penthouse.
I wait for my head
To rise, to rise.

He is a shithead.
Office hours have gone.
He lies and lies too,
To me and to his own head.
Such heads are not fit for heads.

I see a head of my friend’s
He is the real head;
And his head is real-real head.
What a head my friend has;
I often get jealous
With him and his head.
Do I wait for my head,
Or change my head
For a better shithead?

_____Muhammad Shahab.