World's Worst Barber

(This is a fictional poem) People hate me because I'm the worlds worst barber. They have grudges that they harbor. When I cut a little boy's hair, I accidentally shaved him bald. His dad came in my shop and you should've heard the names I was called. I gave the sheriff a haircut and I accidentally snipped off his ear. He shot me in the crotch and put me in jail for a year. I decided to save money by making my own shampoo. But I got my scissors crammed up my nose when it turned a man's hair blue. Some people came to my shop today and said that I can't be a barber anymore. People would've been happier if they had done that years before.