H.+Extended+Metaphor+Poem

John Edwards ** The Hair That Isn’t There  ** I remember caring about my hair And all of the cloths I wear A character only described as a twisted knot Just doesn’t want to end up a corporate robot And didn’t want to be a small dot On the face of culture Dreaded being an outcast But ended up raising their own mast With the twists and curls Not shining like a strand of purls When it gets cut it goes SNIP Sometimes life makes as much since as a twelve hour acid trip In appearance one looks like a slob He likes his girls sporting a bob In the far future you may see a comb over You can see the heritage in the clover One isn’t a fan of Sir Edgar Allan Poe You see all that spiky hair One doesn’t really care about one will wear You will never see this person with a froe This person tries to be true Long and flowing free This person isn’t you It’s me