I wear my hair long, as all can see.
I've been wearing it like this since about ‘83.
I keep it real clean,
tie it back to look neat.
It works for me this way,
classroom or street.

But I've noticed, I have, that not all agree.
They don't like my ponytail, even though it's on me.
They glance kinda awkward,
some look downright mean.
They seem unsettled, I notice,
when I make the scene.

Now, my students don't mind my long locks to see,
and my wife sorta likes it, but she sorta likes me.
But I've noticed hair critics
whether female or male,
share a few characteristics,
almost without fail.

It seems that those men who most dislike my hair,
have receding hairlines, clear back to there.
Some have only strands
that they comb over all,
trying to make their bald heads
look less like a cue ball.

Some wear toupes, try hats and such tricks.
They grow it out long, then comb it back slick.
But I've been around
and for them, there's no hope.
Motel Six has more hair
on an old bar of soap.

Some women I know, my hair seems to bother.
They think all men should look a bit like their father.
They stare and they whisper,
they rant and they rave,
but I know they're just jealous
of my natural wave.

So I'll keep growin my hair, long as I please,
and those looks and stares won't try to appease.

If you see me out there just give a call,
to know me is easy, some say.
I look striking, like Steven Segal
'cept I'm fat , and my hair is all gray.

©1997 William Davis