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< Mullet Haiku's: < Shampoo stings my eyes, < I will never feel that twice: < slick hair smells like gas. < < < O! SQUIRREL brother, < Your tail, my hair. We are one. < Yet I must eat you. < < < I liked that foreign < legion movie so much, I < grew me one them hats. < < < Brown edged tank top sticks < to my white clumpy armpits < Somehow I get laid. < < < Flowing down the back < helps to keep mind closed, hate < released by short top < < < My hair is slammin < like Stone Cold. Can I get a Hell < yeah? Hell yeah. Hell yeah. < < < This super cool hair < and a bucket of chicken: < What more could I want? < < < my slick snakeskin boots < my silk shirt with rooster prints < always colored jeans < < < Lynnrd Skynnrd didn't < win no spelling bees. Who cares? < They rock the trailer. < < < Razor set to one. < Do front and sides and then stop < Reaffirm my style. < < < < Metallica is < for first graders. Nothing rocks < harder than Winger. < < < Dogs urinate where < they so choose. And so do I. < Red and blue lights flash. < < < Teen runaway, I < hate my dad. Yet I am one. < Fly, thunderbird, fly. < < < Ponytails are for wimps. < But if you let that hair loose, < you are my brother. < < < New white tank top tucks < neatly into tight black jeans: < redneck romeo. < < < Short like your schooling. < Long like your prison sentence. < The penal haircut. < < < Bald on the top and < long on the back. Behold my < glorious skullet. < < My mullet and me < like to climb up a tree. We're < the best friends that could be. < < < Dad likes my mullet. < The nurse calls it a critter < carpet. My head breeds. < < < Under the Christmas < tree: tight black jeans and a comb. < I've been extra good! < < < Short for dad. Long for < the daughter mom always wanted. < Everyone's happy. <
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