Those who go know

Some beauty is only meant to be skin deep

Hair thin

Grows out

A few days in

 

Some beauty isn't meant to last

More than six weeks

A hairdresser is a grafting fairy

Has scissor side manner

Nails glisten

Lives life

Will listen

 

Unzips eyebrows

Lets hair tell lies

Stories lent and borrowed

A bitter pupa fed

Coffee and Glad Rags mags

Flies straight off out

Lighter in pocket

 

But no more spent

Than when they return home

Black eyed and booze ridden

All the style got left in town

 

She knows

There is always the achievable dream

Of the mirrors

And the new colours

To be handled

With care

Is all anyone wants