rooted compulsive obsession with hair

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rooted compulsive obsession with hair

headland harbored primitive biota abut
mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining 
sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova 
   seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova , et cetera gut
preserved within mine follicular pores, sans

I secured per woof and meow wing warp organic matter
   heir in to fore shielded from elements akin to thatched hut 
aware wrenching kamikaze eradication 
   of countless critters from many Godaddy longlegs; 
   creepy crawlers, hops scotching, 

   shimmying with schmaltz, moon walks, et cetera
   lost when germ warfare obliterated vast majority
   since advent of civilization ordained Proletariat and Plebeian Primate  
   (cherishing, fostering, insulating bon mot infinitesimal dot re: future mutt)
dogs and also cats off limits 

   asper demise of other creatures decimated – tut tut
atop thine noggin housed (within thimble size nut)
rare and near extinct flora and fauna, what
species of plants and animals, whose preserve comprised 
   equivalent of indigenous village people huddling within microscopic yut.
Thus, this bipedal simian angst riddled at experiences 
   forced at figurative crossroad

when itching scalping a dead giveaway clue 
   to lather up hirsute growing via bald faced code
at further expense invisible life forms such action would erode
fast dwindled diversity, hegemony, longevity 
   i.e. population except Homo Sapiens who didst goad
forefingers needed to massage and scrub thine scalp 
   as like a field getting hoed

sometimes applying solely cold water knob to un load
a healthy plethora, where gushing shower head would send them 
down the drain perhaps displacing their meal times, 
   or feasting on louse see pie ala mode
aware that survival odds regarding 

   getting thru water treatment plant, premonition aye node
and greater chance to avert total mortal kombat avoided 
   if I trekked to Antarctic anti pode
so...similar to other occasions necessitating me 
   to lather 50 shades of gray – 

   as if subjected to being snowed
quite aware many people would avoid me like the plague
(which reaction eagerly embraced) if knotty, 
   oily, straggly natural headresss
hence, this outlier surrendered and got gently toad
value of hygience – and lost as if playing tictactoe x/oed.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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