Barber Love (Poem)

Alarm sets, sun rises
Already thinking of the day
The smell of clippercide 
The bottle of barbercide
Chatter in your ear
The buzz of the masters
Hitting the skull
Whether its a fade or a ceaser
The hairs got to fall
Conversation forming
The cut is forming
As the line is forming
T-outliners or the superliners
They got to get a crisp line
Client chilling attempting to talk
The smell of after shave hitting the face
While you dust off the hair
A smile has already appeared on their face
This is what I love to do
I don’t dream of a paper chase
All I need is a clipper in hand and a big smile
That’s the only thing I chase
Barber love from one to another
Peace and blessings on a successful future

 
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