Bad Hair Day

A poem from 2018

It's a bad hair day
I see no evil, speak no evil
Blind to the evil inside
You can't judge me
I'm my own boss
And if I want to stay in bed all day
What is that to you?

One day
One good hair day
Maybe you'll cry
With open eyes
Tears of repentance
Christ inside

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