Farewell, Kempt
I used to shave each morning
And comb my wayward hair
And don formfitting Levis
To add a dash of flair.
But that’s become a remnant
Of a time that’s wholly past
And nothing–not even perfection–
Can ever hope to last.
Farewell, Kempt
I used to shave each morning
And comb my wayward hair
And don formfitting Levis
To add a dash of flair.
But that’s become a remnant
Of a time that’s wholly past
And nothing–not even perfection–
Can ever hope to last.
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Unkempt used to be uncool
But now it’s definitely the rule.