I have dedicated myself to my beard,
To society’s furious, futile frustration.
I will not bow, I will not be sheared.
My clean shaven reputation, forever smeared,
And you may put me to the rack of degradation,
But I will not bow, I will not be sheared.
My dark, dense defiance should surely be feared,
For this is not my wildest aspiration,
And I will not bow, I will not be sheared.
Among lesser men, I will be revered,
Or be condemned as an abomination.
For I have dedicated myself to my beard,
But I will not bow, I will not be sheared.