Pre/Post Haircut

Pre

Apt to swearing and smells like a vegetable market in some third-world country.
Appears uneducated, wry, almost ancillary.
Hair like stingy, old livestock feed in a field
of wilting daffodils and muddy puddles.
Animal hoof prints, aged cheese.
Inadequate social skills, finds talking to women
Tiresome. Never using the right words
“Foxy” instead of “Delightful.”
Appreciates music in many forms.

Post

Perch of the head in the shape of a sleek neo-noir bullet
racing through the sky into a large field, which appears in the same
light as a Hollywood duchess’s lavender eyes.
Almost like a landing strip for cruise missiles.
Smells wealthy, the scent of the upper echelons of a French-named department store.
Women find the bristly coarseness of his hair permissive yet inviting.
Although, they kind still melt candy bar lies down to syrup.