Life As A Hairdresser

Teasing, rolling, need a little clip.
Hairspray, blow dry, one more snip.
Color, rinse, perm after perm.
For a hairdresser, work-a-holic is our term.

I deal with screaming children,
who don’t want a cut.
And the people who keep rolling in,
after the doors should shut.

My feet ache, my hands are numb.
Will this day ever be done?

I head home with talc in my lung,
and some hair stuck in my thumb.
But I couldn’t imagine anything i’d rather be,
cause life as a hairdresser,
is the life for me!