Hair

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?