Mad Barber Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Mad Barber
Mad Barber
What grudge do you harbour?
I want this style
Yet, you give me another.
Children run a mile.
So will my mother.
I told you how I wanted my haircut.
But in my mind, .
I scream ble murder and profanity.
But in the chair, my mouth stays shut.

Mad Barber.
Why do I still go to you?
Is it because I am a tight sod.
Won't part with money.
To have my cut by a man.
Whose voice sound so funny and amusing.
I still come back to you.
Mad Barber



Ibrar Siddiqi 1.5.2008