Let me cut your hair
Trust me with your social life
and a pair of shears.
I can't guarantee style
continuity
or satisfaction
But I can dedicate as much effort
as sheared hands and a eager heart can afford.
Trust me enough to run the strands over a dull, paper-cutting blade,
and know that I will do my best to fix what comes out an hour or three later;
With your lopsided, shorn head
Your true and best friends will be obvious;
and I hope I will still be one of them.
