Shampoo Poem by Mike Finley

When I was little I howled
when the stuff got in my eyes
This was before Johnson & Johnson.

And though my mother cupped my brow
With the soft of her hand
And pointed to the spider

On the top of the bathroom ceiling
The spider I was to watch
Until the procedure was complete

I couldn't help it, I looked away
And the soap was like daggers
And I cried at the sting

Then one day I discovered
You could live with the suds
If you simply closed your eyes

Until the foam left your hair
And cheeks and down the drain
But you have to be willing to do nothing

I want to get word to babies everywhere
Oh my stupid little friends
Wear the blindfold and you will live