Barbersop
on my way to the barberlast sunday night
a man with an eyepatch
stepped into sight
move outta my way
your blocking my path
he looked at me
and started to laugh
sir please move
im gonna be late
but he twisted his head,
and still he stayed
i tried to pass
but he moved over too
knowing theres nothing
else i cold do
i raised my voice
in the middle of the street
move outta my way,
you one eyed freak
this is annoying
and so is your face
what do i gotta do
to move you from place?
i looked at my watch
and kicked his shin
and he turned around, and headed home again
i got to the shop
but the closed sign was on
so i lifted my hand
and did a face palm
i checked the sign
my hand on my face
thats when i realized
closed on sundays
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