Three Heads Dyed

Three heads dyed
the exact same shade of blonde
One, two, three
In front of me
You’ll excuse me if I laugh

Three heads from
one box of
Clariol
or maybe L’oreal
How am I supposed to know?
All I see are the roots
Light brown
Dark brown
Darker brown
Hidden by a blonde
the youngest kid
in the sun could not achieve
You’ll excuse me if I laugh

The heads look at me
with eyes smothered in
black and glitter
I don’t need to know
what’s going on under
that Clariol or L’oreal
or whatever the hell it is

You’ll excuse me if I laugh
but what’s on my head
didn’t come from a box
It came from my mom’s side