Oh bad haircut, how much dost thee suck?
Help me find the ways, of which to pass the days.
Grow out now! Just a little bit.
I want for these folicles to not look like shit.
Oh woe is mine, mane upon the head.
I cast a glance into a mirror and cringe with such dread!
But even in this time, of pain that is called,
My bad hair cut, is much better than being bald!