Sixteen more days
Until it arrives
Not a gift
Not a package
Not a call or a letter
But a title
Check mate
No escape
Age twenty eight
Recently his hair
Once again began to grow
But he would rather shave it
Drastic, random, manic acts
Provide some of what he needs
Adrenaline
Because growing hair
Covers not bald spots
Receding hair lines
General discontent
Pill forced happiness
It's less than nothing
But fake can be
More real than reality
Twenty eight
Almost thirty
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