D.B.

The prostitute they call me.

Because you see.

I have no preference, I just cut

Them all

A beard today, a carotid tomorrow.

It really goes to the closest bid

Or perhaps the biggest today.

What to do

What to do?

Cut his jugular, or her eyelashes?

Either way I'll sleep restless today

For the hunger never ends.

And so I do a little of both.

And if I can't do that I do whatever

Feels the best when I do it.

Everything I do is precise, clean, And oh so stylish to add.

When I draw,

They'll forever know the name

Doctor Barber