Oh behold!
The most bizarre
Is not the freakiest haircut
But no haircut at all
Knowing
In form and function
That no thought's at all
Gone into its construction
So what then
Is on his mind?
If not his Self
And the funky language of fl-externals
This symbolic compromise screaming
"I promise I'm not scary
I have stuff to lose too!"
But he has nothing to lose
And he is overly-friendly
And no one even knows
What planet he comes from.