Oh, the nerve of the season, the audacious charade,Of this barber shop simulation where reality’s frayed!I plopped in a chair, unassuming and tame,In this den of shears and holiday fame.With old barbers tending, and old carols a-playing,The sort of tunes that leave your spirit decaying.Oh, the pomp and the fuss, the ho-ho-humbug so trite,In a soundtrack that’s anything but merry or bright.But then came the moment—oh, you wouldn't believe!A riff so electric, it made me perceiveA fracture! A te...
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