LXII+ years old and he still carries a security blanket

Move over Linus

Van Pelt of Peanuts fame,

cuz yours truly

also psychologically lame

since prepubescence

mine noticeably long hair

delivered inner comfort,

yet found some classmates

calling me "hippy" by name

though other tormentors among them

hurled expletive laced offensive insults

even ethnic slurs much less tame.

Absolute zero

anti-bullying laws prevailed ahoy

when reasonably rhyming poet

just a little beastie boy

"mean kids" hurtful tactics

they did deploy,

though one bookish lad named Donald Hoy,

he rode the same bus as me,

and most likely practiced magic ploy

to ward off nemesis.

Impossible mission

to detangle mane reason why

I experienced omnipotent

hair reed bond neither thy

father, mother nor therapist

could understand or qualify

outsize (obsessive/compulsive)

significance well nigh

much more (hyperbolically writing)

blatantly mystifying and unsettling

versus comprehending meaning

regarding the bridge on the River Kwai,

whereat these long strands

emanating from scalp, I

imagined them extending

out into space into no fly

zone, and if adored locks threatened

with someone brandishing scissors

one puny lad would cry.

Parents did not berate,

when early within mein kampf,

no matter my mother did execrate

obsessive compulsive thoughts did instigate

long necked pencil geek son

did unwittingly irritate

analogous to Samson

(though Delilah not my mate),

I imbue power courtesy each golden lock

atop me addled sub tracked pate,

where fifty plus shades of gray matter

houses ticky tacky psyche substrate,

which doth bubble, gurgle and percolate.

Only upon taking me last breath of air

viz, when grim reaper delivers death,

I will unroll welcome me

Scottish Harris tweed mat without fanfare

(for this common man),

and just maybe allow, enable, and provide

thee opportunity for scissors

to lop off longish straggly hair

subsequently repurposed into a

security blanket ideally suited

to create creature comfort within lair

for garden variety and generic caveman,

who truth be told lives very near

yours truly in Schwenksville.