Poem: Two Thirds of My Hair is Gone
I'm entering my mohawk years
Suddenly, with two-thirds less dignity
I'll want something to warm my ears,
Sadly, this coiffure can't be confined by
I'm hepper now than all my peers.
Truly, the clippers just revealed what was
And here is a reading of the above poem by the beautiful, illustrious April Estrada, who is an actual, for real poet.