The hair is black, dark of that a coal.
So rigid, like that of the Gladiator's helmet.
So stylish, it will never go out of mode.
Cut decently, to present a handsome face.
The hair have a personality, that will make you envy.
A great command, that will lead you to do wrong.
An adventure, the extension of my soul.
An attitude of stiffness and attention.
The hair will carry remorse, anxiety, shame
A masterpiece -- intelligently sculptured
Like a crown that magnifies a mogul man;
Like the latest tech gizmos, it quantifies me.