Minor chord

The eeriness of a minor chord,
a strum of sadness; dark and moody.

Black keys dominate heart rate and fear
when terror and tension gradually grow.

High or low and regardless of tempo,

a minor chord is a sharp-ended warning.

Something or someone is around the corner 
but who or what, we may never know.

A minor chord can be a snapshot of peace,

lost in thought in a spiritual space. 

One or two notes are jigsawed in place

to thaw any angst when it threatens to roar. 

Maybe it's thunder or a menacing sunset,

a subtle rhythm, creeping and crawling,

deep underneath its ubiquitous fret,   

a minor chord is beautiful and never boring.

The bald revolution

Look at you, Mr Kajagoogoo,
you're back in the 80s but not by choice.
It's time for baldies everywhere
to rejoice at the sight of sprouting hair.

You look like an unbulbed lampshade,
a thatched cottage with years of neglect.
We've stolen the scissors, blades, clippers,
your scalp is choking beyond repair.

Furious flicks, the stress of not knowing,
rumours of a shampoo shortage are growing.
The strenuous shakes as your curtains close,
every day will be hide and seek.

To think you used to mock and squeak
as you rubbed my head then ran away.
Now my glorious bonce is a gift from God,
the bald revolution is here to stay.

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