HAIRCUT…

I did get, yesterday, a haircut,

Feeling so much more comfortable, today,

They asked, why cut the top and the sides,

Leaving the ponytail long enough to ride,

I told them that is just the case,

My soul mate loves to ride it, screaming,

Yipeeee, oh my and other terms of orgasmic pleasure…

So the tail I have left, for her pleasure,

As for me it is now a symbol,

Of status & total and complete measure,

Fortunately they don’t cut my hair with a bowl,

As my mom did when I was young, to save a few bucks,

To put into the cookie jar she kept in the freezer,

She had this thing about her money being frozen,

Another weird woman, now she is frozen in death,

What goes around, comes around,

Or is it, what goes to sea, runs aground?

Either way, this poem is at its end,

So much for making the ends justify the means,

Or the means can justify the growing of the beans,

Don’t ask me what here I say, or hear for that matter,

I am just rambling on, with no place to go,

Trying to appease that of my gray mater in my mad hatter brain…

                                    © ed-2/26/04