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

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