i see few strands curling
going away from my nape
barbers could be salivating
to mold their imaginations
upon my oversize aging head
for few bucks; handsome tip
i reach and stroke it down
thick; resisting to comply
i wonder if it did develope
a muscle; how will i use it
wrap to somebody's neck
and attach myself forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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