I wonder why boys do that to their hair

But I won't question

It's really not my business

I like girls (in case you didn't notice)

But I used to love one

And now she has a boyfriend

With a Mohawk

Some gel-less days, it flops

Like a dead raccoon

Atop his head

But I don't particularly care

I just liked to make fun of him

In the ten seconds it took me to realize

I hadn't a snowball's chance in hell

And even if I did

I stopped wanting one, long ago

So I'll leave her be

To love his pretty Mohawk