The Salon Reflections

I wrote this waiting for my turn at the salon... life's a strange humdrum

The Salon Reflections

- By Vivek M.S.

 

Outside, there are many cars I see,

My mind simply counts them, why, the meaning is lost to me.

 

Days seem very dreary and dull,

The festival at home somehow makes it lovely and full.

 

Music plays on a n old fashioned radio,

Causing me to waft off on a ride, akin to Juliet and Romeo.

 

The barber shaves beards without as much as a nod,

Then I’m reminded of the Sweeney Todd.

 

The floor looks like a board of chess,

But there is no army, only a hairy mess.

 

There are newspapers just so our brains don’t get fried,

But there the same news of death on every page and of the crocodiles who cried.

 

There are others waiting in line for their shave or haircut,

It would do them much better to take care of their oversized butt.

 

They all come out looking like a gentleman,

Beware, no one’s so gentle always, it’s only a question of when.