Hair
The hair hangs out,
Swishing all about.
Looks like a Bussel sprout!
Or better yet.
Electrocuted,
With a barrette!
Standing on end.
With curls that begin,
And never seem to end.
Always to slick,
With products that itch.
Time to make a proper switch!
Perhaps it needs a shave.
To start all over,
Until it's made!
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