Lettin My Hair Down
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
Copyright © Sidney Hall Mad Poet | Year Posted 2012
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