Big Hair
howard markman

big hair no brains
after the sex all that remains
dumb luck, a shinny car
who would have guessed you go this far?
nice suit no style
one in a million rank and file
throw your weight throw your voice
make them think it’s a choice
nice wrapping - pretty bows - taste and touch and all that shows
if it quacks or if it sings, it’s all in the packaging
big chest no heart
is this where the trouble starts
all the attention undeserved
your intentions are more than inferred

bright lights no illumination
how did we get in this situation?
who you are & what you know
look behind shadows grow