Nature gives me energy, life
police just bring me pain
and if one day, I have a wife
I hope that she's insane.
So not to sit 'round gently
and rot, our sane old lives away,
I'd rather do the whackest shit
all til' i'm old and grey.
Hair don't fall, don't care
at all, bout the hunger &
the stress; it won't go
away, but my brain may and
i'll love you best. If you were longer
I would caress.
these curls upon my brow,
above the shaded foreman's head,
surrounding my whole skull
wetly linger until sun comes out
to warm the fun.
Hair don't fall,
not-like all the others, with you
I'll actually miss,
hair, don't fall above my bowl
chrome dome, Sun and all
serenade you with a kiss.
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