combing quest! combing the shoot to the rooted membrane
scraping the scalp of scrapes...
falling dandruffs of bizarre hopes
were the scented soapy foam ineffective
or they played the shoots forgetting the roots...
... or I was too quick wishy washy
missing the sweep of the stuck oily dusty terrain..
Ah! the Growing outbursts of an insane brain ...
so I teased some follicles out of their daze..
they remained unpleased with my silly saucy phase....
shes conning us for some damn clown chase
they whispered they lingered spying my every move
This grown oblivious familiarity and then distant apathy...
will she ever stop hanging us high and dry..wat an inane unobtrusive mercy...
I knew the colognes wont work now...
the medications were out of question...
Genteel massage of shaky conscious
with the spa treat of the sub conscious..
let me work some on my nerve soil ...
with the fertilizers of soul sprinkled abound...
then I fear not the harvest... nor the ever increasing combing quest
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