Do
you think it weird
How
much I like my beard?
How
fond I am
Of
admiring
My
follicle filled face
Filled
from ear to ear
With
tickly bits
And
poky parts
All
a mingle
They
make a handsome sum
Great
and glorious to behold
And
yet I let the face fringe languish
Only
infrequently
Shamed
into shaving
By
social convention
Each
time I lift the razor
To
clear cut the growth
I
pause for a moment
Then
a moment more
Debate
and justify
Propose
research findings
To
rationalize my procrastination
Practice
my arguments
Emphasize
each important point
Then with a sigh
A
defeated sigh
Smear
my face with frothy foam
And
dispatch the stubble
To
the basin below
Tears
in my eyes
And
heaviness in my heart
Farewell
my furry friend
With
fondness I reminisce
Recall
our quite times
When
the soothing scritch-scritch-scratch
Of
my nails against you
Would
inspire the deepest thoughts
Help
me ponder more richly
Soothe
the savage beast
Give
me the look of knowledge
While enrobed
in your shaggy embrace
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