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Twisted consequences spin chaos in a tornado,

Pulling sideways and upside down,

Feel the weight of the sudden drop,

Unexpectedly falling calmly into place,

Death wears a joker mask; such a morbid sense of joy.

Rushing between the traffic of the cattle,

The human market is open for business; ripe for the selling,

Heading to the mountains to breathe fresh air again,

Reclaiming the sense of self,

As pieces of me float like snowflakes into place.

This might be something that
others feel is a wierd thing
to write a poem about.

But it's something that
I've wondered for several years.

Men don't have to shave here
in the United States of America,
But the women do.

It's a nucience,
and I don't like it!

Please don't judge me!
I don't know why it is
that I don't like to shave!

I guess I feel like there are
other things that I could be doing!

Things that are more important,
and would either help me with school,
or be something that I want to do.

I guess you can tell by now,
that I hate to have to shave.

Although, I will do it when I must,
I really don't like to do it,
not at all!