A Bald-Faced Truth

I needed a haircut and a shave
But was cash supply was small.
I thought I had a solution
When I visited the mall.

Eleven dollars later
I found proof that I was wrong
Because, while most of my hair was no longer there,
What was left was way too long.

And so I swore off barbers,
And I bought a bottle of Nair.
I’d save time and dignity
If I needn’t concern myself with hair.

That is how I got this dome
Where no hair can call a home.

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