A Cutting Death

 

He hides in the crowd

Afraid for his life

He curls up in panic

He knows there’s a knife.

 

He’s yanked to the fore

With nary thought

The cutting is quick

For those that are caught

 

The action is swift

Their life force is done

No more to shine

His days in the sun.

 

Death sweeps away

The thoughts and the cares

All that remains

Are  discarded hairs.

 

I’ll take just a trim

Off my shaky old head

So toss them aside

Those cut hairs are dead!

16 thoughts on “A Cutting Death

  1. Murphy's Law

    This is hysterical!! Your twisted endings never cease to amaze me. Sheesh, I’ll be getting a haircut in a couple of weeks……should I hold a memorial service for my dead hair on the salon floor?!! Lol.

    Fun post Pam. Love your sketch!
    🐾Ginger 🐾

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