Hairy Ears

Hairy Ears

 

Laughing policewoman, trucker that weeps,

Orgasmic homosexual, catatonic hag endears

To transcending rest, grace giving keep.

So still your hair fills, my body remains to move,

Don’t want to go to school; hair grows from my nose,

Requires desire, as if there’s something to prove

There where I abide my neck and hairy ears.

 

Such a shame we have to grow up, just can’t see

Why I labor through possessed debt.

Yet how could you and I fail through the years

Of this quiet sleep, the past so inept and forget

What once was such unclouded history?

It left me the reject, the neck with hairy ears.

 

My mind, your bosom, so well versed,

Dwelling together, enmeshed in our thirst,

Silken tresses cascaded jeweled tears,

I never imagined the misery and neglect,

As the barber’s scissors do their worst,

And rarely ever fail to forget

To cut away the best of my fears

Or exclude my neck, or my hairy ears.

 

SR Urie