Hairography

Every day when he used to wake my up, I'd be sticking out every which way. Then warm water ran down me as I was cleaned with good shampoo. I am short and easy now, but it wasn't always that way. I was once long and hard to control. Back in those days when I woke up I'd be wound in knots and he would pry me apart with a comb. We fought long and hard until he usually, although when I could I punished him by sticking up and parting. Those were good old days, there's no battle anymore.

One day he decided to cut off my luscious flow with a little buzzer and some scissors. Of course he didn't actually cut me they paid someone else to. How could I every forgive him, I was all gone and there was nothing to keep his scalp warm. Since then I can't fight back because my smooth, thinness makes me easy to comb. Its not all bad because the frustration of his pulling is gone and I stay out of his way now. Although, if he catches himself off guard with long hair ever again then I will stab him in the eyes. Until then I am just sensational short hair that was once long.