Fibers, My Life's Nemesis

Floating free, that you may be Until here you comemy work undone Sticking to lacquered phalanges. I squeal and cuss, tug and fuss, but still, you refuse to budge. Gone is my elegant pose Temper set, nostrils flared I come charging down the slope! Once a sticky, hairy mess Get's ripped up from its rest. I cackle with mirth and quiet content When upon my shiny exterior Here it comes, Oh! the inferior... Soothing gestures can't help me now, Scribbles of anger across my brow No one can aid me in this crisis... Why, oh, why - Fibers, my life's nemesis.