A Barber Shop Memory

There's exposed pipes and pasteboard,
There are six chairs in all,
But only three, now, barbers
To face the morning crawl

You wouldn't know it looking: once
This place was full of tones
Of men who stood and sang, instead
Of playing on

Their phones

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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