My Mighty Barbershop Poem by Elias Ng'ang'a K.

My mighty barbershop


It takes respect
To get respect.
Im a barber
And my barbershop
is the top of the class kind
The high and mighty kind
only kind where executives
and top credential war lords checks in


They come here often
For a touch up
and a shave up
They say with thunderous voice,
'Dont push my hairline! '
'Dont give me a bald'


But look at me,
I change peoples lives
I inspire without expiring.
I shave away their dirty
venom secrets.
I brush off their old sins.
And i give them a new face
to look into the world
and continue to lie, steal and destroy.


Thats their real hairlines
And im sure not to push it.
So i could keep being here
In my mighty barbershop.