Anything But Blond

Dousing chemicals in your hair
This should be reason number one
In reasons too many to express
Why blonds are truly dumb

For those blonds blonder than bleach
Why do you wish to have white hair
What do you think of when you think white?
Another blank page, another blank stare

You sway your hips from right to left
You flip your hair and bat your eyes
You reapply your lipstick and gloss
Caking on your thick disguise

The men do notice but don't care
They like only what they see
But true women, like the rest of us,
Know what it's really like to THINK!

I'm glad there's darker pigments
So I can be a brunette
Don't worry about the blonds who read this
This poem they'll soon forget

(no blonds were harmed in the making of this poem...oh yes...and check out Jules who helped me to write this!)