Zorro, Freud and tumbling tresses

Zorro, Freud and tumbling tresses

A Poem by Gee
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Hairdressers open again in the near future

"
In the not so distant future the great unwashed and hairy,
the boredom stained, unkempt masses
will descend in their droves to be shorn,
to have ill advised DIY grooming rectified,
so as to emerge into daylight once again normal.
(whatever normal may be construed as these days!)
Legions of "stylists" with muscle withered fingers
will, and with God speeding them, search for buried scalps.
With the skill and dexterity of Zorro,
scissors will be wielded to chatter at the speed of light,
their foe, hair, salt and pepper, ill maintained,
will fall victim, carpeting the floor,
as pine needles do forest floors during nature's grooming.
" Me, my, mine" tales will be told by each victim,
their inane drivel automatically activated as their couch potato,
cellulite pocked bottoms makes contact with the faux leather seat,
this causing the cutters to slowly but surely shutdown
whilst stirring in them their inner Pol Pot
and a yearning to cull, a wishing for a second peak,
lockdown, and a resumption of weekly therapy sessions
where homicidal tendencies are discussed (laying down)
with a bespectacled, middle aged man, who,
now comfortable in the presence of his young lady clients,
no longer averts his gaze when caught staring at ample cleavages,
instead ogling unashamedly, whilst often "adjusting" himself,
this adjusting releasing the sickly sweet scent of Eau De Ammonia.
BUT, these visits help, keeps national crime statistics down
and prevent further overcrowding of Her Majesty's hotels,
so the pulling, scratching, stretching of trouser front will be ignored
as will the lascivious ogling, for the foreseeable future anyway...

And so it will continue, day after long day,
cut, listen, take(money),
THERAPY SESSION,
cut, listen, take,
THERAPY SESSION,
until slowly but surely the unkempt masses are unkempt no more...



© 2021 Gee


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Gee
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Ha, brilliant Gee. From looking like a walking dead extra, back to the normality of being asked where you're going for your holidays... If they let us.
Unfortunately, still a few weeks to go up here before hairdressers etc allowed to open, but I'll be waiting a whili I think. I'm still in "Essentials only" mode and am in no hurry to get back to the hustle again.
Thanks to Youtube, I'm on my third home made haircut and am a bit impressed by it, so I reckon I'll survive a while longer.
I have noticed more and more people wearing hats though. Ameteurs 😀

Posted 3 Years Ago


Gee

3 Years Ago

Morning Lorry.
My daughter cuts mine, runs clippers all over, no way will I be going back to... read more
Lorry

3 Years Ago

Ha, we're still in the past here, its only 8 quid. 😀
What do I fink? I am not one of the masses with a cellulite pocked bum :)) I have no intention of visiting the hair salon yet Gee. I will gracefully stand back and make way for all others. This is funny. I wonder whether it will be funny after all the pubs open today. Have you booked your table? Great Saturday morning smiler, this is.

Chris

Posted 3 Years Ago


Gee

3 Years Ago

Booked a table, not on your nelly. Pubs, car parks, streets will be full of booze up nincompoops. I .. read more
Chris Shaw

3 Years Ago

Grandson has suggested it, but it really is too early for me to feel comfortable. I'd be on the edge.. read more

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Added on July 4, 2020
Last Updated on April 3, 2021
Tags: Murder, homicide, hair, psychiatrist

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Gee
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Milton keynes, United Kingdom



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