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Argh!
There are mornings
Which I wish
I could shave my head
Like Sinead O’Connor did.
Honestly
I spent 10 minutes
Trying to curb
This tangled mess
That I call
My head of hair.
Pulling out
Large clumps of hair
With multiple knots
In my wide tooth comb.
You think
I’ve never use
A comb or brush
Ever before.
Regardless
Of its length
Or the lack of.
My hair has
One-track mind
When it comes
To obeying my wishes:
Never!!!
Think
It gleefully laughs
At my futile attempts
To restore order.
Worsening
The growing mess
I call hair.
Knowing
I should walk away.
As the scissors are
Just moments away
From slicing through
My Gordian knot.
Laying waste
To several years
Of growing this mess
Upon the bathroom floor.
As I fight back
The tears
At this mental image
In my mind’s eye.
Damn you
Hair!!
Therisa © 2019
Author’s note: A challenge that Annell Livingston sent me. To write a poem in 20 minutes, regardless, of grammar, spelling or how the words flow. This is my answer to the challenge. And yes, I am having a horribly bad bedhead hair day.
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