My hair and I don't talk anymore.
It's really quite sad because we were quite insightful together.
But now, the long mop is growing awry.
He no longer complements me.
He's made a mockery of my style.
My hair, I can safely say, hates me.

We tried counseling at the nearby parlor,
The counselor goes by the name of the barber.
he chopped at the problems and tried to make things right.
But the difference grew right back.
My hair's indifference to me is blinding.
I mean, I literally can't see!

We decided it was time to spice things up.
Bring back some excitement. By bringing another in the equation.
The gel, our saviour. The hero of our time.
This ******* was love unlike any other kind.

The moral of this story, is still a bit hairy.
Sort of like why beauty fell for the beast.