The long weeks pass and my heart fills up with joy
as I remember what this deadline brings to me
I lift my arm up to the sky; my razor I deploy
No longer will they see my dreadlock'd pit and flee!
'Tis been months; I'm tired and burned
I endure yet I cannot ignore this blight
One armpit smooth, the other one hirsute
Throughout this madness I have yearned
for my poor axilla to be spared this plight
Time to give this nappy hair the boot!