Born To Be Bald             [Part 1 of my Male Topics Trilogy]

 

Original poetry by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Please read 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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