Four days lost to this thrumming infection of the ear,
When I awoke, there was a fright when looking in the mirror,
For I could not shave, and now I had a beard,
Something new to me, but my girlfriend said I had to shave or

that I would be sleeping on the couch until I took a razor
and finally cut the full-grown whiskers on my cheeks.
I did not want to do this, I fought like a hell-raiser,
but as any man fighting a female, I was made meek,

for there was no hope to win. So with bic and cream
in hand, I stood there, saying goodbye to each strand of hair.
I knew I was in more trouble, the mirror clouding with steam,
for when I was done, there was a mess everywhere.

But now I am facially clean-shaven except for a goatee,
because without, I remind her of an ex, and I just want to be me.

::September 1, 2003 12:02 AM

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