The guy with the yellowig
Is raging yet again
Flailing at the mist
Of yellow peril and toupee
Electing fake and blames
Throwing punches
Juggling tantrums
Thrashing in a cesspool of blooming corpses;
Shriveled and decrepit
Reaching for his hairdo in looming numbers
Just to pin a fidelity medal unto the
Unfound rumor of his mind