He never actually killed anyone
that I know of, but he tortured and
disfigured plenty of us because
he had a captive audience
who didn't know any better and
who flocked to his little storefront and
handed over their hard-earned money
for the privilege of being tormented
with pain and possibly scarred for life
and what made it even worse
is that I was positive he was getting
hard-ons as he watched me
twitch and writhe upon his table
which was fortunately padded
so at least I didn't bruise as well
as he shoved that shiny needle
into my follicles again and again
I could feel that angry electric hornet
release my whiskers one at a time
thousands of the little unwelcome bastards
I thought with a tear in my eye
feeling intensely sorry for myself
that I was ever born into this body
with hairs where I don't want them
so I have to pay this sadistic fucker
to make them go away
one by one by one
the needle stings again and I
feel it all too clearly
despite the pot and booze and Percodan
and I wonder just how many more
months I must endure this torture
until I never have to shave again.