BRANDING IRONS AND BURNING HAIR

Beauty supply salesman tells what his job is like.

BRANDING IRONS AND BURNING HAIR

 

The bawl of complaining cattle

Still mad from the burning iron

The stench of heated mettle

As mortal pain meets man

 

The rush of splashing heated water

The whistling of the rope

Now this great need to really matter

In the days of booze and dope

 

Hot air blowing down on her

She cringes to the slaughter

Thinking only of her cowboy love

And listening to the laughter

 

Chemical products fill the air

As Momma gets the drill

Shorthorns are the special here

In Ruby`s salon of hair

 

---  Eagle  Cruagh

 

 

 

Reviews

[THE BLACK SEAL]

very intriguing. i liked the font you used and the dialogue was very nicely done with a twist at the end. i rather enjoy reading your stuff my friend