Shaven Heads

Men in their twenties with shaven heads

Men in their thirties with shaven heads

Men in their forties with shaven heads

They all look alike to me

Their noses jut out like ruddy rockets

Their eyeballs bulge out of their sockets

They smile all the time at people from foreign parts

To show they are not skinhead racist farts

But that smile too frequently unzips

Like a leer and bald heads speak louder than lips

It must feel so weird when you’re shaving your crop

Put that razor away grow some sort of a mop

But don’t overdo it or I shall wail

Get out of here with your fuzzy pony-tail

ADRIAN MITCHELL