Hairy Scary

Quick note: a bit of a vent turned into a nutty stream.. 😳

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🧔🏻

You see..

Each strand use to mingle and tingle

Atop my crown, and

Celebrate each other like a boys’ club,

Continually patting each other on the back, yet now

Losing my hair -

I don’t think it’s fair,

Shedding my thick locks,

They go down the shower’s drain,

Never to be seen again,

“I’ll miss you my little friends”.

Once luscious, strong and long -

No one will sing my once joyous, hairy song, instead

Kids will sing, “Bald head, Bald head!” and

God will smite them - and

I will burn an altar at their ashes,

Chant & throw in a little wizard-craft to regrow those ‘babies’ again!

Maple leaf, rosemary oil, honey, mint and some of those kids’ ashes!

BOOM! 🔥

Might help me make some new friends,

With a full thick head of hair!

It worked, just like, magic!

Advertising lies,

I love French fries (with mayo)

There is no ‘Can’t Do!’

Only check out my ‘New Do!’

I got it on the street

For three quid,

Magical Spells are where it’s at,

Thank you guy who looked like Dumbledore!

(He really had some good hair, right?).

Ain’t no lid gonna contain these strands now,

I’m Samson, stronger than any Lion,

I am almighty strong and

*“whip my hair back and forth”, ALRIGHTY -

Yeah!

My power lies upon the top of my head,

Until I lose my hair again & appear like a little baby girl,

Who has lost their head of lovely curls, yet

With requisite facial hair -

The beard remains in tact -

Why!?

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* From “Whip my Hair” by Willow Smith

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