Hair Hair Hair.
What to do and who's to care?
This nest on my head grows every year
And every year since I've learned how to wear
Buns and horse-tails, Long locks and curls
But no matter what's done it revolts with it's tongue.
By sticking it out on top of my head
For everyone to see
And making me care.
It's shape is misshapen
It's smoothness is lost
I'm getting frustrated and am trying to stop
These strands from intruding the zen-ness of my hair
But what's there to do, and who's to care?