Pretty Hair

Your mother helped you move
Made your transition smooth
The community was there
The youthful faces, pretty hair

You were surrounded by your peers

Then one day you saw it
You went home and tried to draw it
But you couldn't get it quite right
Its luminescence was so strangely bright

Living in a fantasy of toxicity, toxically

You're rubbing up against the veneer of disease
You didn't know, you didn't ask, you know that it's easy
But you don't care, you like it that way, being taken by surprise
And narrowly, narrowly, narrowly avoiding your demise

A year later, early one morning
You woke up coughing, you poor thing
Turned on the radio but it wasn't active
There was a blackout, it was radioactive

So your mother came to get you
Because that's what mothers do
Left your neighborhood in pieces
Reduced to rubble and debris

Driving back to the suburbs in her SUV feels so guilty

Watched it on TV
In your father's den of iniquity
And you changed the channel when
You saw your old friend

He was burning, pretty hair was melting off his skin