The Vortice And The Hair
Strutting and dancing on jetstream jello
Veering, twisting and stabbing with tweets solid as air,
He is losing it. Just like he lost his hair.
In the wind, it went, as the Stormy weather
While the restrained, steady and methodical
stack factual bricks to shield a world —
— They plod on to win the race
He, the hair, unravels in the orbit of his own turbine.
We, the caring, will breathe fresh air again.