Severed heads get all the attention.

“Poor ol’ disembodied heads,”
cry the townspeople.

But what about the severed bodies?
What about that poor ol’ disembodied head’s
poor ol’ disemheaded body?

The heads roll around moping all day.
The bodies work in the mines.
Without a union!

It’s a no-brainer for the no brainers.
Give ’em some respect.
They harvest our coal, for Christ’s sake!