hot tubs chemicals

- hot tubs chemicals your visit to the salon (and you make a mean come hither sans the baton) YOU WANT TO CUT MY LOCKS AND WEAR ME THIN YOU WANT TO DARN MY SOCKS AND RE-PAINT MY SKIN but i'm not sorry, i can't go in. -- i don't want to smell the stench of the scissors "snip" "snip" call me Rasta & i'll answer, . . . . .JAH iZ raindrops. . . . & ime sa glad that poetry has saved mE. seeps through Me feel it in the veins feel it in the veins jah! ~sensual rains~ & to make myself just utterly clear, yer not gettin' me in any place with neon lights e s p e c i a l l y not to make a sacrifice to the hot tub chemical gods of vanity. -comment: and i thought to mahself, "if this is an ambush to try and lop my locks steal my soul then lend me your stain'ed guise of necessity scissors so i can't cut me out of this scene." my only regret is that is that i didn't have the spunk to go in that salon and scream my pome at the top of my lungs. . . . (ok, well actually, i couldn't resist, i did) Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 11:51 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1