(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />I went to a job interview after a bird shit in my hair. <br />Shit was all over the top of my head and I didn't know it was there. <br />I wondered why the people were laughing when I went to the job interview. <br />I didn't get the job because my hair was covered with poo. <br />Nobody told me that I had shit in my hair so I went like that on a date. <br />Needless to say it didn't go so great. <br />She didn't want a second date, that couldn't be more clearer. <br />I pissed all over myself when I got home and looked in a mirror. <br />I got really mad and I had a fit. <br />I've washed my hair five times and it still smells like shit.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bird-shit-in-my-hair/
