Friday, June 5, 2009
Oh my precious beard,
you make me look a bit weird.
Some people say, I look ten years older.
"Can't you at least trim it, and look more sober?"
It's amazing what a difference, a little hair makes,
if I was a rock star, they wouldn't shake.
But I grow it because, of a different reason,
it's not because, it's in this season.
It's the spiritual connection, between intellect and emotion,
but I never thought, it would make such a commotion.
Each thin, precious hair,
is a channel, for the G‑dly light's flare.
And in the Torah it says,
not to cut your beard, with a razor's edge.
Cutting with a non‑razor, is permitted that's plain,
but a beard is much cheaper, and easier to maintain.
I wonder if Moses's mother in Egypt,
asked him to trim his beard, or she'd flip.
My poor beard, all the abuse that it takes,
nobody knows, that it's actually fake.
I bought it for a dollar ninety‑nine,
doesn't it look great all the time!
My own beard is short and scraggly,
so I wear one on top, that makes me look manly.
Hey, if people can buy toupees,
then I can buy a beard, that's so long that it sways.