POEM - Hey Kid, You Got Big Hair

So kid, whatcha hanging around for

With your hair there

That has its own gravitational pull

It must be so

The way it pulls people in

Attracting attention

I know, I know

You don’t mean to

But I think that, well, you do

A little bit, just a little

You don’t wear a suit to school

On random miscellaneous Thursdays

Without knowing

Just a little bit

People will notice

They are gonna look kid

With that big head

It just draws them in

You weirdo

But we know you

It’s OK

I think we can trust you

That you will use this power for good

Please use it for good

Consider your poor father

I’m gonna have to be at the meetings

When the principle calls

To tell me she has had enough

You have gone too far

You have to be much more famous

Before you can pull stunts like that

Even the Beatles got arrested

When they did the rooftop concert

And you, my friend

Are not the Beatles

No matter how much potential you show

So show some respect

For the power of the hair

Your parents are nervous

The principle is keeping tabs

And your sister can’t stand

That you are taking away

All of the attention

She so carefully cultivated