Semi-Daily Scribbles

It is not a deformity.
No disability, this.
My limbs are invisible.
But Hey!
LOOK!
I have a spine!
A breadbasket, too.
The knob?
It was a crutch.
A poor excuse.
A needy maw that wanted more.
Greedy thing had to be fed constantly.
I am better off without my head.
All that gray matter got in the way, anyway.
There is ample topography on my torso to consider.
And no small amount of flounce.