The Barber Each month I walked a Mile Right after school Braving the hot sun of Saigon The dusty roads and crazy dogs To my favorite barber A sweet old man working from home In plain shorts and T-shirt - No underwear, as I recall As he gently caressed my hair His soft warm hands massaged my head and face His soft warm dangling private parts Rubbing repeatedly against my arms, shoulders, and back! (Unwittingly or knowingly?) I leaned back on the chair Dreamily closed my eyes Enjoying the sensual sensation Wishing that it would never end... The man gave a lousy haircut But I couldn't care less.