Best Clip Joint Poems
Curl Up and Dye
By Elton Camp
To craziness in salon names there’s no stop
Nobody likes simple: Meg’s Beauty Shop
Maybe to call the place “The Mane Attraction”
Is a way for a cosmetologist to get some action
Womens’ hearts, the shop fills with gladness
When it has the zany name of “Shear Madness”
In a spot that has been designated as “Hair Lair,”
Customers will understand why the place is there
It surely must have been some marketing whiz
Who picked for a salon this title, “Hair It Is”
I can’t imagine whom the following would love:
A beauty with the strange name, “A Cut Above”
When the potential names begin to become few,
Only then, I sure think, would “Clip Joint” do
“The Cutting Edge” sounds like a computer store
But it has been used to designate a salon before
“Twisted Sisters” sounds much like a kinky place
Some think the name “Hairem” is also a disgrace
But it seems to me there is no good reason why
A salon shouldn’t be called “Curl Up and Dye”
There is a place on the shore of New Jersey.
Everyone has heard of it, it is called Atlantic City.
This is a place of yearlong activity.
Yes, this is a city nearly everyone knows.
I know you are very familiar with the casinos.
With offers in the mail, they draw you down the shore.
They entice you with comps and giveaways galore.
When they see you, they will gladly open the door.
They are only after your money, and then some more.
Casinos merely regard you as another gullible sap.
Each place is only a clip joint and a trap.
If you are considering a trip, then hold your horses.
The machines and tables will tap all your resources.
When your pockets are empty, then it is time to roam.
When you lose, it seems like a longer distance home.
I've known love five or six times,most were good gals...
excepting one who lied to me and cheated me and...
(clip-joint Sally)
I,ve paid over the years, not just money but in heart scars,
big jagged rivers of pain, deep and weeping
one such love turned my life in to an occasion,
thirsty, she could drink like a mule...a splendid madhouse,
containing dark unopened rooms and slippery cabinets,
(she had scars too)...I suffered:
and I found flowers by the front door, left in a hurry,
and a crazy world drowned me...anxiety...propriety,
a waterfall of empty gardens: a new man had stolen her away
and when after a time the waterfall had turned to ice I met him
( my kids brought him) and I shook his hand and said,"thank you',
in the splendid madhouse.