Accidents

 The barber has accidentally taken off an ear.
 It lies like 
something newborn on the floor in a nest of hair.

 Oops, says the barber, but it musn't've been a very good 
ear, it came off with very little complaint.

 It wasn't, says the customer, it was always overly waxed.
 
I tried putting a wick in it to burn out the wax, thus to find my 
way to music.
 But lighting it I put my whole head on fire.
 It 
even spread to my groin and underarms and to a nearby 
forest.
 I felt like a saint.
 Someone thought I was a genius.

 That's comforting, says the barber, still, I can't send you 
home with only one ear.
 I'll have to remove the other one.
 But 
don't worry, it'll be an accident.

 Symmetry demands it.
 But make sure it's an accident, I 
don't want you cutting me up on purpose.

 Maybe I'll just slit your throat.

 But it has to be an accident .
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