Beard Envy
Oh to have a beard,
that is my dearest wish.
I am so smooth and hairless
just like a little fish.
It would be smooth and silky
like ladies underwear
attached to my chinny chin chin
Oh to have a hair!
I can haz a big bushes?
I can haz whispy strings?
I can grow mine taches?
decorating them with things?
I want to join the crowd
and all the glorious shavers
With foam and cuts and cologne and screams!
But i guess I save money on razors..
- in honour of my man-friend. A beard does not make a Man. (or a woman)
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world