A Hair-Raising Perspective
(NehpetsEnal) #98
What is it with this guy
You'd think I was his mortal enemy
He attacks me with a razor
And does so, at least once a day
There seems to be no escape
I am constantly in search of the light
All the arduous work is turning me grey
And after years of effort have found novel places to grow
I have discovered how I can craftily grow in the shadow of an ear
Or snuggle up inside of his nostrils
Oh, and the one he hates most is on his nose
And on his toes, but he doesn't seem to care about those
The strangest thing is, he goes to the hairdresser's every few weeks
Where he has me cut very short on the sides
It's so funny, they always talk about how I'm getting thinner
Just like I wasn't there
The crazy thing is, if they left me alone, he'd have more
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