In the tradition of the late, great poetries inspired by the wonderful literary journal Jed's Electronic Wheelchair, and the late great poetess Bo Derek, The Unpublishables gives you...Cancer.
What I say appears in a thought bubble.
Play keep away with me all you want to; it takes
a good razor to shave a moustache like Hitler.
I cup a handful of my former beard hair and pray
then I go to the mountain and spread it like ashes.
Next year, I’ll grow a ZZ Top beard
Next year, I’ll ask out that chick in Accounting.