Born To Be Bald [Part 1 of my Male Topics Trilogy]
Original poetry by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro
Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.
VERSE 1
There is a condition so glorious,
Enjoyed by mammals who have evolved.
Which favors the result: Victorious!
Maybe it's time you got involved.
VERSE 2
Resist the power of peer pressure,
Come to know that it's cool being odd.
If soaking up worship is your pleasure,
Grab some trimmers and join the A-Squad.
CHORUS
From the womb,
I came,
Wholly devoid of locks.
In my tomb,
The same.
A Que-Ball laid out in a box.
While others despair,
When they find a loose hair.
We lucky few, don't give a care,
Cause we were born, born, born, born, born,
Born to be bald.
VERSE 3
With razor in hand, each morning I express,
A fervour which tests my sanity.
So don't assume that baldies possess,
All that much less, in terms of vanity.
CHORUS
From the womb,
I came,
Wholly devoid of locks.
In my tomb,
The same.
A Que-Ball laid out in a box.
While others despair,
When they find a loose hair.
We lucky few, don't give a care,
Cause we were born, born, born, born, born,
Born to be bald.
The End
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