Hair¡Style¡Class
Hair short, the scalp (mumblingly visible)
Says, “Modest and male, this one,” but the long-
Haired, balloony Afro, risible
Boy all but shouts, “Hey! Everyone should throng
Around my hard on heart, or I’ll be hurt,
No, angry like a would-be beauty queen
Who couldn’t even upstage the sweet, pert
Girl who by all fair measures should have been
No more than Miss Conviviality.”
The one with just himself to offer bends
His neck as lovely as Penelope
Above her loom, or like Christ’s head transcends
Wood shavings simply, quietly does his work.
His mate does all he can to be a jerk.