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  The barber has accidentally taken off an ear. It lies like 
something newborn on the floor in a nest of hair.
  Oops, says the barber, but it musn't've been a very good 
ear, it came off with very little complaint.
  It wasn't, says the customer, it was always overly waxed. 
I tried putting a wick in it to burn out the wax, thus to find my 
way to music. But lighting it I put my whole head on fire. It 
even spread to my groin and underarms and to a nearby 
forest. I felt like a saint. Someone thought I was a genius.
  That's comforting, says the barber, still, I can't send you 
home with only one ear. I'll have to remove the other one. But 
don't worry, it'll be an accident.
  Symmetry demands it. But make sure it's an accident, I 
don't want you cutting me up on purpose.
  Maybe I'll just slit your throat.
  But it has to be an accident . . . 

Added: 18 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 8 Nov 2009 10:13 AM | Viewed: 4025 times

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