I do not have a Beard
My facial hairs are Weak
Sometimes I Laugh
At the children,There tiny hairs so isolated and Meek
Almost like that of a desert or tundra, distant and Bleak
Hypocritically I bully them at schools or in the Street
Until I was approached by a top dog, an alpha
He had a razor, a goal, and his name was Keith
He stood up for the victims and politely asked me to Behave
As a gesture of “no hard feelings” I gave my face a Shave
Now i’m just a cold faced Chicken
Jeffersonville High School, 2019