Out of Control Hair

IT'S THAT TIME. TIME TO CUT MY HAIR. IT'S OUT OF CONTROL AND EV-VER-REE WHERE. IT'S IN MY FACE. IRRITATING MY EYES. SCRATCHING MY EARS AND MAKING ME CRY. I CAN'T SEE WHERE IM GOING. I CAN NO LONGER HEAR. I'M SHROUDED WITH STRANDS AND LIVING IN FEAR. IT'S STUCK TO THE CARPET. IT'S CLOGGING THE DRAIN. IT'S DRIVING ME MAD AND I'M NEARLY INSANE. WHEN I WATER IT DOWN. IT GROWS EVEN FASTER. I HAVE TO DECLARE MY HAIR A DISASTER. AND WHEN THE WIND BLOWS... MY HAIR RESEMBLES A FIRE. PUTTING MY FUTURE IN THAT MUCH MORE DIRE. I TRIED TO USE GEL. IT CURLED AND WENT CRAZY. THAT'S WHEN I STARTED TO PANIC AND STOPPED BEING LAZY. I WENT TO THE BARBER. THEY LOCK THE FRONT DOOR. I ASSUMED THEY HAD PLENTY AND DIDN'T NEED ANYMORE. I MADE AN APPOINTMENT TO MEET THE HAIR MASTERS. THE FIRST THING THEY SAID. YOUR REP'S ARE DISASTERS. THEY ASKED ME A QUESTION. WAS MY HAIR EVER STYLED. I REPLIED, AS YOU CAN SEE. IT'S BEEN A WHILE. FIFTEEN ROUNDS LATER I EMERGED WITH A SMILE. I PUT THE HAIR MASTERS NUMBER ON MY SPEED DIAL. THE MORAL OF THIS POEM. STOP OBSTRUCTING YOUR VISION. DON'T ALLOW BIG GOVERNMENT TO CONTROL YOUR EVERY DECISION. Michael E. Harris 01232022