Curls are in
Dangling long swirls
Everyones in lines i am in zig zags
Yet sometimes a bad hair day means when good friends go bad
"PIGMAT"
"Remember i am Hiqmat"
"Oh sorry S**TMAT
"Its Hiqmat don't you remember i was your friend"
"OH no sorry P*ssmat can i have a pee in your bush"
Running in tears i could no longer hide
Scissors were chasing me
Fingers in gum
I tried to dodge
I rolled on the floor
I skidded down the steps
Until round the last corner and SPLAT
I'd almost gotten away
My wonderful curly long hair lost its day
What a bad hair day
What a night i cried
The hairdresser worked over time as i sat in her salon in tears
Shielding my eyes
I spent so long growing it well
Now to hear the final snap
The dusting of hairs flicked off my apron
I look at the bob staring back at me not thrilled at all
hoping it helped
"Morning Stigma oh sorry hitme or is it Pigmat ha ha "
"Morning"
"Oh right so somebody had a wee in your bush and its having a wash or you now decided its time for a change..."
I walked away
Someone had a chainsaw that sounded so real
I had nightmares so hard i screamed i think my lung must have burst slightly not so much as to kill me
Complaints were no use
I had enough i just wanted to get away from this evil prison sentence which will last another 4 years
