Pony Tail

I really admire Ariana Grande’s pony tail.  All perky and upright.  Ready to take on the day.  Not a worry in this drab and fading world.  You can only imagine the optimism it born with.  

But here I sit on Captain Lou Albano’s chin as whiskers wrapped in rubber bands, sweat and anger.  I aspire to be what I can never become.  It’s not all sunshine and pop songs, but some days you catch some corn chip crumbs.

That is all.