Poem of the Week-Barbery

Follicles long to be scissored

Dull split ends are lost

Searching for Pantene

Conditioned losses

Sudsy particles scalping us

Yanking brush against stranded

Curling irons

Scrubbing the dry scabs

Ripping off the bumpy contours

Blow drying a flipping shape

Itchy crying

Missing the apron collecting hairs

Buzz cutting

Bangs the pageboy

Wash that face

Squeaky clean

Leave

American short crews.

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