[Intro]

Ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourselves for the forehead of the century! Step back, I’m about to drop a forehead bomb on ya. Helmets recommended!

[Verse 1]

You got a brain so big your skull got jealous.
When you walk through doorways, it says, “Mind the trestles.”

Forehead’s so wide it’s hosting its own zip code.
I need a map and a compass just to hit the motherlode.

The mirror calls you “General,” commands your reflection.
Every time you nod, it’s a seismic erection.

Hairline’s on sabbatical, sent a postcard from Fiji.
Your dome’s street legal, it’s a billboard, believe me.

Your forehead’s so vast, it’s got its own gravitational pull.
When you think, the whole world shakes, it’s interstellar cool.

[Pre-Chorus]

I see that shine when the sun hits your front yard.
NASA’s planning a probe; they heard it’s extra hard.

A ten-acre field for the thoughts to roam.
Wish I had that space to call my own.

[Chorus]

Big brow boogie, shake that dome (Oh yeah!).
Forehead’s a mansion, gotta call it home (Call it home!).
All that real estate, every inch a throne (Bow down!).
Big brow boogie, don’t ever roam (Stay right there!).

[Verse 2]

You press your shades on, try to block the glare,
But your forehead’s a solar panel, blinding everywhere.

When you think about it, the world’s too small.
You got more headroom than the Martian Mall.

People line up like tourists just to catch a glance
At the five-alarm forehead that’s got its own dance.

You could rent that space for billboard ads.
“Big Brow Brewing,” sold out, plus “Forehead Fad Diets” mags.

Your forehead’s a wonder, a sight to behold.
It’s got its own weather, partly cloudy, partly bold.

[Pre-Chorus]

Nah, you ain’t vain; you’re just well supplied
With acreage up front where the ideas collide.

I’d get jealous if I weren’t so amused.
Man, you’re carrying continents just to spread the news.

[Chorus]

Big brow boogie, shake that dome (Oh yeah!).
Forehead’s a mansion, gotta call it home (Call it home!).
All that real estate, every inch a throne (Bow down!).
Big brow boogie, don’t ever roam (Stay right there!).

[Bridge]

When the lightning strikes, it hits you first.
Your forehead’s a stage, it quakes and it bursts.

You don’t need a spotlight, you ARE the blaze.
The sky itself bows down in a daze.

When the forehead moves, mountains tremble, and oceans part.
It’s a natural wonder, a true work of art.

Wanna hide? Nah, you’d need a bunker deep.
Your forehead’s a fortress; it never sleeps.

So lean in close, feel the ground quake.
When your brow does the boogie, the whole earth shakes.

[Chorus x2 (call and response style)]

Big brow boogie, shake that dome (You shake it!).
Forehead’s a mansion, gotta call it home (My home!).
All that real estate, every inch a throne (All mine!).
Big brow boogie, don’t ever roam (I won’t!).

[Outro]

Forehead’s so epic it writes its own songs.
Keep that brow high, you can’t go wrong.

Big brow boogie, feel the bass roam.
That forehead’s your kingdom, welcome home.

And by the way, it’s got its own social media account
With millions of followers, trending now, no doubt!

Big Brow Boogie

I love playing with words, finding new ways to put them together to express what I feel. I hope my poems encourage others to share their feelings openly and honestly. My aim is to paint pictures with words, making them sing in a way that touches everyone's heart and mind. Through my poetry, I want to create moments that everyone can see themselves in, exploring emotions and thoughts that connect us all.

Big Brow Boogie

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