The World Gets Hairy

Go on, elbow your way up to the front,
And tell the crowd how they've been so unfair
To label you this way. Aggressive? Where?
You only needed to be near the stunt
When someone really did it. To be blunt,
The man who tried, twice, to ignite your hair
Failed miserably, and you have locks to spare
For tugging, twisting, tearing with a grunt.

The world gets hairy, and you crash the line
Because if you don't save yourself, who will?
If you don't love yourself, will time hold still
While you find someone else? You're feeling fine,
There's something on your back, right up your spine,
And no one's touching it. You've had your fill.