
Hélas by Zeke Greenwald
My hair sweats in the hot weather;I think there’s something to be saidThat somehow I can be made hotterBy the thin hair on my head. I’d like to be able to take a walkAnd not break out in a sweatWhich drips out of the folliclesLike a bleeding paper cut. The wound is small, but still the goreDistills somewhat profuselyFor apparently it doesn’t takeA lot to … Continue reading Hélas by Zeke Greenwald