Took too Much

Dr. Seuss for Adults, Part 3

Then one day, he took his taking too far,
When he Nair-ed the 1st mustache hair
That graced Pubescent Paul`s face.

You see the boy, once a babe, was approaching his glory days.
He was the strongest among them. But all the town knew
A boy`s 1st hair, must always stay.
Because if plucked
                     The absence
                          Would send him, to a lesser fate.

So now what could Paul possibly accomplish? 
With a lip as bald, as the day he first came?

So tormented was Pubescent Paul, that upon discovering his missing hair, he ranted and raved. A slave to the ghost of what should've remained. 
                In just three days
     		            he sent himself spiraling
                                                 into the clutches
                                                                  of a much too early grave

Oh and how the townsfolk were enraged! 
They`d loved Pubescent Paul since he moved to town in the third grade.

Oh and how he`d been the most promising among them!
They`d hoped he`d one day lead them to greatness
They`d hoped to watch him grow old and wise 

With tears and forlorn leers,
the townspeople mourned over round-after-round of beers

And as the spirits in their cups clouded their sight
And as the liquor in their bellies replaced their anguish with spite
And with the ramifications of such a horror, distorted by what felt right

The gentlest among them, gave voice to what all were thinking, 
When he said, "I think we oughta murder a man tonight."

Oh and that sent everyone`s hearts a-thumpin
Oh and that sent all their minds a-tumblin

They`d be damned if that bastard, The Snatcher, lived to see another night.

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