Lettin My Hair Down

Written by: Sidney Hall Mad Poet

I remember the days
When I tied my hair in a bun
Or let it blow in the wind
And glisten in the sun

 Some women envied me
Others admired  while others would  stare
And then there were those
That loved to run their fingers through my hair

But now the only hair I have 
Is around me bits
If only I could see it 
If it wasn’t for my stomach and my manly hanging t-ts

Tears roll from my eyes 
As I lay in bed whispering O’Lord
 I’m reminded by my bald globe 
 Squeaking against the headboard

So you may ask me  
How do I let my hair down
I pull it off me head  
And throw it to the ground