What strange creature is it? I can't concentrate on what Donald Trump is saying for staring at his hair. It hypnotises me. It looks sprayed on. Ephemeral. Like his real hair died and went to heaven and his head is being haunted by its ghost.
It does not turn me on. It troubles me. As anyone with a spiders web for hair would trouble me.
Donald Trumps hair looks as if it will not last the day. And I bet each night a thousand money spiders crawl out of his ears and weave it back onto his head again.