The Barber
The Barber
The local barber shouted
at the jury: “foul,” “unfair”
when they found him guilty
though only by a hair.
Addicted to comb and scissor,
he was denied to cut or crop
and now sublimates his rancor
in prison singing (what else) barber shop.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2023
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