ScalpedI'm falling to bits,
One piece at a time.
Yesterday an arm,
Today I think it's my mind.
My eyesight is still here,
Fading quicker than you'd think.
As for my hair had it cut by some
young welp, My carol thought it
had looked as though I'd been scalped.
Bless her. That's the last time that
I will ever go, To an Indian hairdresser.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-09-25 at 01:19
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