Proudly Bald (Day 8 Poem)

Good day fellow steemians! You might wonder why my day 8 poem is being posted today, but that’s all because my account had been hacked and I just recently got it recovered (took me 2 days to get the email response from steemit). Anyway, I’ll post about that sometime later.
As of now I’ll be posting more peoms to catch up with the #steemitschoolpoetry competition.

This day 8 Poem is about bald folks like myself. Enjoy!

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Balder with a thicker skin than the ‘B’ next to italics can do to a letter,
At twelve noon shining bright like it’s a prerogative of a wisdom,
My bald head is the diminutive sun having a staring contest with a colossal sun,

So smooth it feels like heaven to touch,
Wind finds much friction with a woman’s hair,
Yet its pleasure is in sliding softly past a bald man’s head,
I can feel the first raindrop before the cloud breaks into tears,
And the schick blade in every two sunrises does it’s bountiless harvest.

I keep it clean like a classic slim mastercard,
Even flies find it too slippery to land on,
Women fancy it like I do the macbook dual quard,
Bald is that bad boy look on a man from suicide squad,

A stereotype of a wealthy gentleman,
He has the whole globe in the the shape of his rounded scalp,
Head clear just like his vision,
A self chastisement filled with intuition.

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Well that’s it for now. I encourage those that have the gift and the interest to join in —> https://steemit.com/steemitschool/@d-pend/announcing-the-steemit-school-poetry-100-day-challenge and lets expand the depth of our poetic abilities and awesome interactions with the vocabs. Check it out with @d-pend for more info.