Silly thoughts

I was sad and needed to laugh so I pictured this in my head...

I want to sit on a bench and poke a bald mans head.
He wont notice because he will be reading last weeks newspaper,
it just happened to fly by him one day
while waiting for the bus.
He hasnt left that bench since.
I want to bring him food sometimes, but I dont know what he likes.
I wonder if he has encountered bird droppings yet.
Do you think he even knows I know of him?
Or do you think maybe hes not even real
and only a figment of my imagination...
I wonder if Im insane
I wonder if there is any bit of sanity left in my brain.
I wonder why he doesnt have hair on his head.
When do you think he lost it?
Wouldnt it be odd if he was really a 6 year old boy
inside a 60 year old mans body?
I would laugh and bring him a hotwheels car.
He would enjoy that.
I bet he would enjoy a nice juicy steak too.
Whether he is 6 or 60, meat is meat and toys are fun.
Maybe I'll stop poking his head now
and go to bed.