A quick poemy poem. Although I am not sure I can call this a poem since the center is very much free verse, but hey ho. Basically I is bored and up too late with coffee again…
So a little side note about this one – it is based off a personal experience involving boredom and a pair of scissors. So I issue a crazy-coffee-bean warning for this one. Another, more important note regards the quote I have inserted into my ‘poem’. This quote is directly drawn from an old, famous Autralian folk song ‘Click go the shears’, a shearers song whose rhythm actually was quite beneficial to the speed of shear blows when shearing sheep.
Staring in the mirror
Reflection staring back
Somethings just not right
“I’m bored of this appearance.”
“I should be I’ve had this hairstyle forever?”
“What should I do?”
“Do you think I’d look good with bangs?”
“Only one way to find out.”
“Let’s get the scissors!”
“Click go the shears, boys! Click, Click, Click”
Now differently framed.
Don’t listen to the voices in your brain.