National Poetry Month - part 3

Instead of using a poetry prompt off the internet, I decided to write about the haircut I received today. 

What was that?
Do I need a shampoo?
I didn't realize,
my damp hair was dirty already.
I thought,
when I sat in your chair,
that you and your magic fingers,
would just cut my hair.

What was that?
Do I have a job?
I didn't realize,
this was an episode of Biography.
I thought,
when I sat in your chair,
that you and your magic fingers,
would just cut my hair.

What was that?
Do I want a blow dry?
I didn't realize,
wind was an accessory here.
I thought,
when I sat in your chair,
that you and your magic fingers,
would just cut my hair.

What was that?
Do I need some shampoo?
I didn't realize,
commercialism was part of your tools.
I thought,
when I sat in your chair,
that you and your magic fingers,
would just cut my hair.

Oh, what the hell.
Give me two.


Can you tell I'm not really found of dealing with the stylist when I get my hair cut?  :o)

Hope you like it!

Until tomorrow.