Hair Today Gone Tomorrow

I'm not impressed

by your mullet,

you can wear a hat, 

disguise it 

but you still look 

like a cunt,

I may appear cold 

in my criticization

but I can’t reject 

my observation,

a ‘Britpop’ throwback 

stuck in the past,

sipping wine

from a shot glass

to emphasise 

‘the quirk’,

a Liam Gallagher 

impressionist,

a ‘Wonderwall’

slurring jerk,

a record player 

perfectionist

spinning dated crap,

your glory days are doo-doo! 

however much you back-track,

let’s just face the fact,

you’re 

all 

baldness

and 

bravado

and there ain’t

no traits 

left to borrow 

... HEY!

you know what they say?

“Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow”