Bad Hair Day

Dear hairstylist,

I am not happy with my hair.

I meant to tell you so - I swear,

but after three long hours in that chair

I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there.

I think you need to be aware

that while we smile, that vacant stare

indicates complete despair

why we're powerless to share

might have something to do with the way you wave those scissors in the air

it's so unfair

My next appointment is...elsewhere!

I just pray they can repair

this eighy-five dollar nightmare,

These days good stylists are so rare

You can't afford not to care

I'll tell all my friends to beware

I'll tell 'em you've got no flair, for hair!