Pattern baldness depends on genetics.
It’s a matter, for some, of aesthetics.
Since toupees replace hair,
it would seem to me fair
if we thought of toupees as prosthetics!
On the other hand, some men instead
will embrace fate, and not filled with dread,
they swallow their pride
and take things in stride
when they shave every hair off their head.
Some smart men have set high the bar.
Michael Jordan’s come very far.
Charisma we see
in men who can be
like a Dwayne “The Rock” superstar.
Being follicly challenged won’t do
if when called “Mr. Clean,” you feel blue.
If you hate when they call
you Kojak or Cue Ball,
then a hair transplant might be for you!
BREAKING: [WEALTHY VENTURE CAPITALIST] BUYS
[PLOT OF LAND] FOR [INDUSTRIAL EXPANSION]
[CIGARETTES] AND [TYLENOL]
[TORNIQUETES] AND [ALCOHOL]
LOOPY DOOPY [LAUGHING GAS]
[COLORS] [FLAVORS] [SASSAFRAS]
FOR [FALSE SENSE OF FULFILLMENT], TRY
[ARTIFICIAL PRODUCT MARKETED TO MASSES]
[HOUSE FIRES] AND [CAR COLLISIONS]
[BURNING TIRES] [FIRST INCISION]
POKING AT YOUR [LUNGS] AND [HEART]
[PURVEYOR] TO SELL YOUR [PARTS]
[SELF MUTILATION] AND [SHEDDING SKIN]
IS ALL THE RAGE
[RUBBER HOSES] [PLASTIC GUMS]
[POWER DRILLS] AND [OIL DRUMS]
[SYNTHETIC SOLES] AND [FAT PAYCHECKS]
[POLYESTER] AND [LATEX]
LIMITED TIME SALE ON [INORGANIC BODY PARTS]
AND [FAKE IDENTITIES]
[PROSTHETICS] AND [FACTORIES]
[GASOLINE] AND [BATTERIES]
[CRACKS] AND [FISSURES] IN YOUR [SKIN]
DOUSED IN [DIRTY MEDICINE]
My mind is filled with things to be said and my mouth is filled with things unsaid.
My head goes empty when I pick up a pen to write the things to be said and my head grows full with things unsaid.
The things unsaid is like a load that drags my feet like a person learning to walk with prosthetics while my hand drains of things to be said.
If I'm being consumed with things unsaid and yearning for things to be said whilst yet unable to speak of things unsaid,what exactly does that make me???
The one thing you can count on,
Is that knowledge will inspire.
And it put us on the path,
Like the early quest for fire.
All the answers that we sought,
Would advance the human race.
From the sculpting of the wheel,
To our journey out in space.
We strived to build pyramids,
Today's structures reach the sky.
Wright's flight was from Kitty Hawk,
Now our jets go flashing by.
Parcels were bound by hemp,
Using fibers from the stems.
We now help those disabled,
With prosthetics for their limbs.
Finding ways to split atoms,
And cure some forms of cancer.
Through many years of research,
We came up with the answer.
All our struggles over time,
By the people we relied.
The best hope for the future,
Is we learn to coincide.
We were all trained to push the limits of the human barrier.
physically growing stronger.
Mentally developing professionalism.
Improvise, adapt and overcome.
A war-torn country is the birth of a squaddie.
The remembrance of the vast desert, the lush-us green zone.
etched painful memories to the soldier's daily life.
We stand together, tall and proud.
We cry together.
The heartless actions we carried out were not for revenge, not from anger.
For the greater good of human life.
At the setting of the sun.
The dead lye at rest, the causalities patched up, the amputees are on prosthetics.
But we all remain mentally scared
Things are quiet here, a friend writes
in the first email of his long life:
Most mornings I drive to Gillson Park,
sit and read beside the Lake.
The waves are a symphony.
Books are better there. Sometimes
a redwing blackbird will attack,
protecting its nest. The weather's
cool and there's rain at night.
It's not summer in Chicago
as you and I remember it.
I have a cell phone now too
and I use it all the time.
The landline's just a holdover
from the good old days.
Speaking of holdovers,
we should get together
while we still can.
At our age, who knows
how long either of us has.
People our age drop dead
without too much ado.
Tell you what: Whoever gets sick first
will notify the other one who'll take
a plane and race death to see
who arrives at the bedside first.
If I'm talking to a priest, wait outside.
Forget the small stuff like amputations.
They have prosthetics now for everything
except for tallywhackers.
Who needs more kids anyway.
My wife will send you an email if I die.
Ask your wife to do the same for me.
Donal Mahoney
Richard Whitehead is really a marathon runner,
But when he wanted to compete in the stunner,
In the London Marathon in 2012, he found battle,
So had to turn to para sprinting with his bottle.
So in the Paralympics of London city in 2012,
He ran in the T42 category, the 200m stealth,
When he seemed behind until the very end,
Until he won in 24.38secs round the bend.
In his earlier career he competed at the 2006,
Winter Paralympics in Turin when he did mix,
With the ice sledge hockey players dexterous,
Without his prosthetics, and he was ambitious.
Whitehead is the first ever appointed patron,
Of Sarcoma UK, for bone and tissue action;
He looks after PE in the borough of Gedling,
And hopes to run Britain’s length, for his bing.
BTK is a club they join
it means "below the knee"
one of the less horriffic states
of being an amputee
The price that's paid by many troops
on battlefields 'round the globe
uniforms of camoflauge
become pajamas and a robe
They learn a whole new language
prosthetics is their word
introducing them to a world
of things they wish they'd never heard
Taking their courage far afield
to keep the enemy from our shore
losing the bloom of youth and health
surrendered up forevermore
We should be proud of these disabled Vets
they stood willing to give it all
now incomplete, missing arms and feet
after answering their nation's call
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