I truly hate the shaving game
the cuts the nicks and scratches,
the smarting cheeks the razor scrapes
the stick-on paper patches;
the slimy foam on lathered chin
the squeezed and tortured faces,
the plucking of the razor blade
in all the awkward places;
This daily ritual designed
to make a man look 'smart'
is quite anathama to me
and loathed with all my heart.
Yes, I truly hate the shaving game
a thing so dread and feared,
that I've resolved to shave no more
and grow myself a beard.
(Written March 2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting...