My Hair

"Last year, human hair imports to the United States were valued at $685.3 million, according to the Census Bureau, up from $51.6 million back in 1992."
from the NYTimes

When I think of the hair I’ve grown and thrown away for naught

When selling it could make me rich -- my blood begins to clot.

Light brown and curly as pig’s tail, my locks upon the floor

Of barber shops were trampled on and then tossed out the door.

My tresses to my shoulder hung when hippies were the rage --

Today my hair is dull and gray and looks like prairie sage.

But if haute couture used dandruff for this season’s biggest splash,

I still could make a bundle and be rolling in green cash!