She said he used a blow dryer,
white rain hairspray and a pick.
He chopped and flayed and transformed her
into an 80s chick.
Now I know my hairspray
and the topside of my tongue,
the tail a squirrel is apt to wear,
the taste of bubble gum.
But I can't say I know why she chose
to stake her whispers there
on the man who gave her nothing
but that horrid 80s hair.
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