Ode to a Bad Toupee

Ode to a Bad Toupee

Sadly, he stood there,
Road kill on his pate
Hiding nothing,
Just gaining more attention.

Attention to a bad toupee is relentless
Cheap doesn’t hide the facts,
It only shows his vanity
The smallness of the man

What would cause a man to consider this?
One must lack comfort in ones own skin, I think
If your vanity would permit you another view
You might even chuckle along under your breath

Natural would be more pleasant but vanity rules
A road kill on his pate, unnatural, sad
Raccoon-like in shape, color and size
Not unlike Ralph Cramden on Lodge night

A few dollars more invested keeps the cynics at bay
The shortcoming of the man hidden in a woven mat
Insecurities hiding under the rug so personal
Far from prying eye views and tart remarks

Yet, the road kill dominates the scenery
Sitting atop his head
Crying out,
Look at me and laugh!!!

Silly boy, we all know
The toupee you wear
A target for our thorns and barbs
Quietly, we whisper and laugh

Your vanity and cheapness as sad as our comments
Our thoughts cruel and unkind
Almost as much as the road kill
That sits quietly on your head, macabre