Barber by cyclopseven

Welcome brother, welcome
Have a sit and correct your posture,
That was his gesture
The first shower before torture.

He sent me a shiver
When he wipe the razor
With a woolen towel,
He made me shrivel
I could feel movement of my bowel.

A razor on the right hand
On the left hand a scissor,
He stood awhile looking at the mirror
His eyes blazed, and sent me into terror.

He came closer, touched my head gently
"Where are you from brother?" he asked me politely,
Before I could deliver the answer
He placed right on the left side of my head, his scissor.

Then all the way he talked I listened
The trimming of hair hastened,
I feared if he as speed as lightning
Make a piece of my ear, frightening!!

Friday the 13^th flashed brightly
When the razor he took lightly,
Slowly he moved the razor to graze
My sideburns which have over grown were razed.

Like a baby his gentle touch lifted my jaw
I stared at his face, his teeth like saw,
My throat he rubbed tenderly
Reminded me of feelings, motherly.

As he talked again the razor he placed near my throat
It choked me to think, could this be the end of a silent battle?,
The razing sound of my beard being shaved, sent a chill down the spine
I said to myself, this moment I shall never wipe from my mind.

Then he patted me at the back of my head
All done my brother, please let me know your taste,
If anything wrong with the cut fashioned
Make sure you come tomorrow for a correction.

I drew my wallet out and paid him five
His look was weird as if he was high
He told me this, “last month, a man I accidentally sliced”
“From beginning I was wondering what a familiar face you are”
“Then I remembered the man I sliced, looked the way you are”
“thank god, the lord was with you today”
“I just had two bottles of Chivas to kick my wife away”

And he slumped like dead on the bench
Huh…at razor’s edge, in blood I almost drenched!

Copyright by cyclopseven