for all those men still sporting combovers.
Too long maligned as insecure tricksters
and follicular con-artists, let’s rectify
this grave injustice. See how those wisps flail
in the wind – let’s appreciate their determination
doggedly to cling. Hark at the hint of scalp
poking through –it threatens a coup but won’t
be given in to. And behold the man himself,
whether hunched heavily into his bones
or standing tall and proud, a veritable soldier
is he, gripping tenaciously to what a lesser man
might let slip by. So let’s hear it for him
and his humbly heroic hairdo: a steadfastly
singular signal that chucking in the barber’s towel
shall not be in his purview!
