LOCKED UP LOCKS
Prison has forced me to cut my long hair
Something I didn’t want to do
The locks I’ve grown for quite some time
I really don’t think it’s fair
I keep it in an envelope
To remind me of what I had
My hair will be that long again someday
But until then
I’ll just be sad
The buzz cut they gave me
It’s just not for me
I think I look better with longer locks
As far as the ladies go
I think they would agree
I had the longest hair in jail
Inmates thought I was mad
They called me last of the Mohicans there
I will slowly grow it back
I kept it healthy
It always shined
I don’t ever again want to cut
These long locks of mine
Mike Farris Jr.
6/10/08
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