Greetings Hairy Ones!
A little poetic nourishment from your Hairy spokesmama!
Hairy Is a State of Mind
Baa Baad wacky sheeple have you any hair?
No sir no sir, there's none there.
None on my pitts sir and none on my legs
None in the nether regions, for hair is a plague.
Baa Baad wacky sheeple have you any hair?
No sir no sir, there's none there…
Here she comes,
All grotesque and Barbie~dollesque
The poster child for ideals gone sour
Faked up in makeup and refusing to wakeup, she takes the cake for poseur of the hour
She advocates conformity
Like it's the way things are supposed to be
With tweezers in one hand and in the other a razor
She's raving about shaving and hair removal by lasers
Alternative thought is a mute songbird
Silenced by the absurd words of the backward herd
The sheeple are praising their razors, raising their daughters and voices
Without values or ethics or personal choices
When are we going to learn not to conform to the "norm"
To appreciate the bodies into which we were born?
Society lies and conditioning binds
We must wipe clean the slate and reprogram our minds
Natural is beautiful,
And Beautiful is Free
Implanted ideals, however uncouth will forever remain stalking the youth
Until the world at last is able to grasp this simple truth
