The Haircut
by Tom Chitty
You see the put together people and wonder:
How did they become so snazzy?
Were they coached?
What do they smell like?
Are they disgusted by your shoes?
You’re suddenly aware of the food on your clothes
You brush off the crumbs
And the pressing need for a haircut
You head to the salon
“Barber! Give me a new look!”
A look that speaks for itself: