apartment fool
i started to shave my head
in a towel for a shower
no one said
that there would be a fire alarm at the hour
with half my hair
i went out the door
leaping down the stair
barrel rolling onto the the floor
people outside guilding
with me running out the building
in a towel
with parts of my head shaved
people around howl
and wave
while standing in the crowd
emabarassed from what they say
i bowed
this was my d-day
women yelling out to me
did the only thing i could think
look at them with a face full of glee
and gave em a wink
with a face completely red
i went back inside
off to bed
forgetting about my hair
wishing that i was dead
or a least i wasn't here nor there
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