Hair Don’t

I feel like a fashion model today

Because I got a haircut

After three long months

That made me remember why

I never grow my hair out.

It hung like frizzy tassels

With mean street cobblestones beneath

Made me wish I had a hat.

But now, that’s finished

I am transformed

I went to the salon

And when the frizzy tassels and nasty stones

Had fallen to the floor

I stood

Strutted down the middle of the salon

With a hairdo so Park Avenue

The other patrons

Applauded.

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