Unshaved Beards

Puzzled eyes they keep feeding, A crowd bigger than a political rally breeding A dozen times a friend's had assaulted a kid By him lifted up for a welcoming kiss And now his jaw he has of them rid, Punctually bestriding salons to never this miss@ Space-grabbing beards aren't a pleasure, A vegetative chin, far from a treasure. Man should 'farewell' bid to a losing practice Like war wisely liquidated with Armistice. A habitual afforestation of one's jaw Is a transgression of some Uncomplaining Law