A Brush With Death

My girlfriend’s finally gone insane

She’s well outside her mind

Despite this drama, I remain

Though lately it’s a grind

She’s so unhappy, so upset

“Bat crazy” to be fair

That bug-eyed stare I won’t forget

And all because of HAIR

She battles like it’s all out war

I try to lend support

She’ll trim it, peek, and cut some more

Then say, “It’s still too short”

Tonight I’ll join this raving lass

For drinks out on the town

She preps before a mirrored glass

(That mirror’s coming down)

I heard some words I’ll never quote

As long as I have lungs

A curdling bleet, was that a goat

Did she just speak in tongues

Did Satan somehow enter in

To tease her frizzy mess

Demonic sounds emit a din

The walls could not suppress

I’m going in, I’ve heard enough

What hell awaits beyond

I find her well, but looking rough

(Are Asian’s mostly blonde)

She shouts at me excitedly

Completely out of breath

“You’ll never guess who called on me

I had a brush with Death”