The Daily Poem

MY PSYCHEDELIC HAIR

My hair is worth a fortune,

    They sell it like a drug;

They burn it slow like incense

    On an incense-burning rug.

They pay ten thousand dollars

    For a one-inch strand of hair;

A whiff is all that's needed

    For a week of mental flair.

They gave me twenty million

    For a lock of hair today,

And twenty more in diamonds,

    With promises to pay.

They asked for an exclusive,

    Let no one offer less;

Their bargain is conclusive,

    Their price will be the best.

And as my hair grows whiter,

    Demand increases sales,

For white, they say, is brighter

    On the psychedelic scale.

Now I'm the richest laggard

    Who ever slummed the earth;

I'm absolutely staggered

    By what they say I'm worth.

I'd best go sit and ponder.

    Or better yet relax

Inside my velvet shelter

    Deferring income tax.

D. Edgar Lamp

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Ballad Meter

Nanning, China

JOURNAL: Overnight Train from Nanning, China to Hanoi, Vietnam

~ The Daiy Poet