You’re the only one
Daily that I need
You’re the only one
Daily I long to squeeze
Without you my poor head
Becomes extremely waxy
I look like a different person
One who drives a taxi
Or if, even worse
I go two or more days without
My head looks freshly birthed
like I literally just slid out
Apricot Jasmine Mint
You leave the shiniest sheen
But what the @#$% do those things
Have to do with getting clean?
Now, compared to most women
I have very little hair
Still I fill my whole hand with you
It can’t hurt, and I don’t care
I like the way you feel
Slippery and Slimy.
Especially when your residue
Runs right down through my hiney
Twenty minutes later
After zoning into hot air
I can’t seem to remember
If I already washed my hair
Oh well, it doesn’t matter
As long as I still have heat
It clearly states on the bottle
is okay to rinse, lather, and repeat
And, my hair isn’t all
You are making cleaner
The longer that I lather
the cleaner I get each finger
Wait. Something doesn’t feel right
This I can’t believe
I somehow used the wrong bottle
What the heck is Summer’s Eve?






05/10/2010
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