I Cherish Every Precious Lock of My Hair As a Keepsake

I cherish every precious lock of my hair as a keepsake Twas partly on account of yours truly being incarnation of Samson; spouse and I wed please fate, don't say alopecia didst tread; though atheist to higher power yours truly pled heart sank analogous to plumbline made of lead as each strand falls out of my head without being replaced by another, albeit veritable dead cells comprised once luscious locks. Futile effort to bemoan underperforming hair follicles, nevertheless I rank as just one limey, measly, and nasally outlier, (nevertheless able bodied, minded and spirited wordsmith) doth dare to express honest to dog distress; Now tis lament to thinning hair, yours truly doth beseech cosmic creator donned as devil in disguise rudely barging into mine Scottish tartan matted lair non-responsive to fervent prayer revealing how mine paternal genealogical trunk mane lion whooshes like a red bull at lightspeed vis a vis tempus fugit galloping manic tear. Early this year gentle as calm ocean waters lapping along a weir thumb and forefinger of right hand would peel back, (via diagonally flipping motion asper turning pages of calendar representing father time regarding personification and progression) of fleeting seconds, minutes, days,... gets flipped over to veer in one direction (linear) thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness, I starkly share and lament those suffering male or female pattern baldness, and can't hope noticing limp decreasing strands intermixed with increasing number of gray ones sends shivers along small hairs of spine, gloomy feeling linkedin with old fashioned meaning of ***** really ambling along tragicomic stream, he evinced how gargoyles mockingly leer in conjunction dreams fraught with frightful haunting monsters jeer loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake ring sound reverberating hair splitting, jump/ kick starting decibel jamming primary cranial gear aye tell mice elf nothing to fear..., yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere Yukon also temporarily part blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear regarding inexplicable rhyme without reason invites compulsion, fixation, obsession... why keratinous filament growing out of the epidermis (made of dead, keratinized cells) matters so much, that one unnamed garden variety generic *****sapiens would rather be dead than bald.