Haircut

Haircut short poem

Maybe i need a haircut

or maybe i need a new head

when nothing fits

one has to be one’s own tailor

a fish eye lens would help

to see all at the same time

a ride up in clouds will comfort

and when we fall, no one will complain

lust for life will be quenched

by the fire from hell

and the innocents will walk

the sinners will fly

the pious will crawl

nothing will be real

nothing really is

maybe i need a haircut

maybe i need a new head

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