My Long Hair Is Unfaithful To Me

My long hair is unfaithful to me waving to every man in streets in office, she sits on my cheek humbly listening, miming softly speaking her heart to my boss and gentlemen around and on our way home she is restless always at my back peeping, waving like a little teenage girl she smiles widely when I move my ears near her chest I hear her heart pulsating with hot love and lips whisper; “I love you, sweet-heart, dear mine! lets escape to ourselves at the forests and there we shall let this woman to go so that we remain counting stars at night and count and count them till dawn.” A lady of dignity I am but this hair is my greatest rival, my deepest sorrow! gentlemen give her great sweet attention when I ask her to squat on my head a day they bitterly complain and sweat ill-talking about how I am unfairly brutal to her but the ladies with me rejoice and laugh How I can share same bed and office, with this long hair so unfaithful to me?