Man in the elevator
This man in the elevator
needs to break out a razor
His beard is massively long
with aromas of Cheech
and Chong
Everywhere else this man was well put together
ironed shirt, slicked hair, polished boots of leather
but his beard was everywhere wild
like a freshly sugared up child
His face was straight forward
secretly feeling my gaze
"What kind of insects are hiding in that maze?"
I wanted to ask but that wouldn't be nice
I stepped back
Didn't want to get any lice
As the door opens up to the ground floor
we disperse
never to see him anymore
Who am I to judge?
That growth has probably taken a year
As my mom always told me
Looks aren't always as they appear.
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