Hair cut

Hair cut has pinned you down

Taken you out of the frame

And spruced you up

Placed you back in

New and updated

Now the world will

See you as a contender

Although

In truth

You were always

A pretender

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Lost fingers

I've lost my fingers

In a hall of echoes

Things are sent

Through the air

And are set

In metaphor

Filtered amidst

The tidal soup

Somewhere between

My frontal lobe

And the white, infinite rectangle.