Shaving: The Forced Daily Addiction for the Male Human
Shaving, shaving
You visit me everyday
A man has to shave
To start his day
You annoy me shave
With your nicks and cuts
You crush my stubble
Like a cracker of nuts
I have green patches
Where once there was baby red
You forced me to addiction of the razor
Till the day I am dead
Shaving cream is your ugly accomplice
With white villanous foam and a furled brow
With so many synthetic chemicals seeping into my skin
I demand organic shaving cream now!
Fear lots shave
For I am hatching a plan
To advocate beard farming
In all the land!
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You visit me everyday
A man has to shave
To start his day
You annoy me shave
With your nicks and cuts
You crush my stubble
Like a cracker of nuts
I have green patches
Where once there was baby red
You forced me to addiction of the razor
Till the day I am dead
Shaving cream is your ugly accomplice
With white villanous foam and a furled brow
With so many synthetic chemicals seeping into my skin
I demand organic shaving cream now!
Fear lots shave
For I am hatching a plan
To advocate beard farming
In all the land!
Read the Novels by Chetan Davé click here
posted by UltimateWriter at 9:23 AM
6 Comments:
Howdy! My husband has to shave daily too for his job... so years ago I found this for him, and he loves it! It's great stuff! I recommend unscented... who needs perfume?
http://www.kissmyface.com/Category/Kiss+My+Face/Moisture+Shaves/
More to follow...
On Shaving
© 2005 JLB
In response to “Shaving: The Forced Daily Addiction for the Male Human” by Chetan Davé posted Friday, November 18, 2005 at http://ultimatewriter.blogspot.com/.
As a budding American woman,
the other girls were quick to point out
my unshaven parts, and my
belated understanding of style.
Eager for acceptance,
I begged and pleaded for razors,
felt so proud at my first bloody attempts
closely monitored by smart-mouthed sisters.
But I gave up all that nonsense
along with makeup and the like
after two short years of desperately trying to
apply these tools of “talent” and “allure.”
Now, no amount of coaxing
could bring that razor to my skin.
No reprimands from bitter ballerinas,
nor admonishments from my peers might sway me.
Couth women gasp
when I raise my arms
to greet the rising moon!
Young men retract when
they spy the Clydesdale feathers
black against my milk-white shins!
It’s been near ten years since I last
attempted shaving; not one day
have I regretted my decision,
or worried over the disgust of others.
Surely, peoples of other nations
would not think twice at my choice?
Would they not only find it natural
that I cultivate my body as I would my garden?
I relish in the curly blackness of armpits,
the soft tickle of goose-bumped-legs!
I don’t think twice for shorts and tanks,
have long abandoned stockings for Capilene.
My skin was not made to be stripped of its protection.
Never again would I consider
to shave clean those happy trails
which remind me from whence I’ve come.
jlb: thanks for the great poem and for the cosmetic tip!
Baby red?!?
sorry paul, you know baby's cheeks in winter turning red...i just got caught up in the moment.
Oh, I feel dumb now...
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