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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Daughters of Medusa Grey hair, ginger hair, dark hair...... All simmering in an inverted jar, Cooked and fried Headshrinkers doing serious business. These avid Girls will electrocute each other By the charged buckets; Humming and heating headgear, While mirrors bear smiling faces Hamstrung on Saloon chairs. Adept hands run through tresses Obsessed with hanging on others’ hairs. Girls can kidnap one with hair unkempt To cook and spice his head Immersed her in a burning bucket That dehorns the Devil! Some enjoy just coming and sitting And seeing others being cooked While listening to gossip From freak survivors of fiery buckets. They don’t ape the Medusa. When hair is unkempt They say they better live without a head! Once, they fretted with the Statue of Liberty Intend to do hair of the ashen effigy. Obsessed, they turned to babies... Cooking kid hair sleeping on mother’s lap To look like a model bedridden! Unfortunately, Hair is the only part one cannot Properly handle by own hands With enough dexterity. Then, another is hired To hang on another’s furry dome Like weaver birds on bowers. Pity is that these Girls never ever bald Doing hair is, therefore, lifelong business. Had they had a bald.... They would whip it in every direction, Simmering it in Saloon cauldrons until..... Wish they have Moses’ long beard Long enough to step on the toes... Abundance of which sucked dry The angry Red Sea But fire-resistant enough To survive the Burning Bush..... Would it survive the cooking Saloons... Talking, backwards heads they flip To throw baked hair off their faces A sign that they think most When it involves cooked hairs! Pony tails, piggy tails, bushy tails... Tails shaking own Dogs! Locks....Roots...trees up-side-down... Never losing sense of direction Pulling by the unforgiving gravity. Power in hair is awesome Hair is a mop that thinks! A mop that is cleaned after cleaning So that it continues Thinking without stinking!. Hair food....O! Hair needs food. Mixture: Some of it laced with hashish To bestow real power in the head. Would they be butting rams.... Antlers... hair that pierce to kill Or Giraffe’s horns, a bundle of fur To smooch foe With a papier-mâché gore! So is the power of hair. That’s why Girls haunt Saloons Don’t behead Medusa Perseus let her tresses stir Let her beauty shine. JM 01st Nov’ 2013
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