Man Bun

Man with the bun on top your head
Woke you are with talk of Peace, Love & Utopia
Yet ignore the waiting staff you do
Ignorant and rude to them you are
Your date has yet to notice you’re not a rare Blue Rose but a¬†venue flytrap
My place it is not to save her from this folly
Just know I see you
It’s like looking in to a broken mirror from a past I’d rather forget
Lament and regret filling the cracks
Redemption sought yet never found, remember this when you’re old and bald
Man with the bun on top your head