The world is a prison in which solitary confinement is preferable. – Karl Kraus
My wife my wife my wife
is cutting her own hair.
She looks good
and we’re saving money.
Been shut up so long,
I’m on my second beard.
About eight weeks, I look so bad,
she makes me shave.
I shave and she says,
grow the beard back.
At least I stay busy.
My tight fade has blossomed
shall we say, ballooned, blown up.
I said I looked like an Artic wolf pup
had landed on my head.
My wife says,
more like a Bichon Frise.
“Nice not-a-haircut in your quarantine update. I agree with your wife; that’s a Bichon Frise perched on your noggin.” – Stephen Beard