Follicles On Your Head

follicle isnt a romantic word
to use it in a love song would be most absurd
however i have noticed through firm research
atop your murky cranium, they lie at perch
dead skin cells arent cute and fun
but neccessity has called their presence second to none
i beseech you, may i preach you my most brief debrief
ill just say it fast in order to achieve relief
of such a trying task to tell what i want to say
and i simply hope it doesnt take me all damn day
now, yes lice are not a lovey dovey thing to find
and when beauty is involved, they do not pop to mind
but i want them, no i need them, i am absolute
Oh, and i might metaphor you to a nice thick boot
or i might not, it was the worst of my ideas so far
forget nervousness and laziness, i make this par
i shall with all my greatest effort say this unto you
at this sort of explanation i am rather new

but on your head lies a field of follicles sprouting a mound of dead skin cells that only your radiant beauty would make so precious in all this world, so precious that the louse vermin would never dare touch it. Your fairness kicks all the other petty attractiveness like a thick old boot.



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2008-08-16 at 12:15

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