all the rides in the fairground

So... I got a horrendous haircut

so, I got a horrendous haircut,

seemed like a great idea

in a spontaneous moment,

no worries, nothing to fear.

just a trim, i said,

an inch off the bottom,

four inches later

and my vision long forgotten.

i looked at myself in the mirror,

and it wasn't really me in there,

more like a choir boy who's nan,

gave him a bowl cut for hair.

i thought for a moment,

it would look ok when dried,

some pruning ritual later,

and no matter how hard i tried.

i 

hated 

it.

i thought about the price,

how much must i pay

for this monstrosity

anything above nothing was not ok.

i'd gone to this salon,

to avoid an extortionate rate,

the 'hairdresser' taps the machine,

"forty" she says, for something i hate.

so moral of the story,

i look like an aspiring monk,

with no cash to my name,

till the end of this brand new month.

one day it will be funny,

but right now want to i go,

get out of here and hide,

till these follicles regrow.