Haircut day and the nearer I get to the shears I let my imagination run loose.

What if it doesn't grow back?
what if the razor is really a taser?
what if I relax?

I see people with curls that flow down their backs
and they relax, some with
pigtails and ponies or are they just phonies?
wearing 'syrups'
( cockney rhyming )
putting some time in
thinking
what if my hair is sold to stuff pillows,
to line mattresses?
is this what it is?

I won't cry
I shall bite my lips as my shorn hair slips
to the floor
what more can I do?