People fuss about my hair.
They say it’s to long, get a
Haircut. But I say I am a
Poet and I want too grow
My hair long. It’s part of
The image. The last thing
I want to look like is a
Fricking businessman.
Tag: fuss
Old People
screeching
and
grumbling
keep your
raunchy diaper
on
old age
permits them
to smack
their roommate
if
they pass gas
go play bingo
for Ha! Ha!
intellectual
stimulation
and
your choice
of a rocking
chair
Wordman of Alcatraz 