I didn't want to kill thee,
it did not have to be,
I can handle a bad haircut,
But then he overcharged me.
My day was closing in,
I should have taken my leave,
he ground his crotch into my arm,
and cut my hair poorly.
I gave 'im a pine and saw no change,
'e told me 'twas time to leave,
turned out I saith, you wait! scoundrel,
I returneth in a little, you'll see.
I tried to calm myself down right,
To another barber I sought reprieve,
Alas the breed is bad to a fault,
To the culprit, back did, 'e send me.
Ando now vengeance be mine,
with arms I proceed to thee,
And when I've slaked my thirst in full,
I'll get my hair cut for free.
1994/2022
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Dee Dee Farrrrk
Was lost but am found. Was young but am no longer. Was naïve and yet still am.
Profanely sanguine.
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