WORD TO MY GOATEE (Mr One Strand)

Made by me

Dear goatee
finally you sprout in unit.
Alvin's chin make me green
such a huge bush grown by one man
And only one strand grown by me. how unfair!
His father passed on.
How could he not shave his beards, as tradition demands. how selfish!

Dear goatee, I can stroke two things
But one I can't stroke in public. (its private)
My chin is reverse prolific.
How could you want a solitary life; Mr One Strand.
I am practically beardless, since your lineage isn't any conspicuous.
Alvin beards even breed great grannies.
Winnie made weaves out of it.

I feel the wind caress my chin.
The flu will get me, fluidly
And my bones will shiver.
It is high time you procreated over my jawline.
Angel is demanding a face to face meeting.
I can imagine us, the shock and electric buzz in her eyes.
When at face to face she gaze at my chin.
Can we really Photoshop reality? God can 😁
I don't get fair shares when I split a thing with Alvin
Everybody say, elders are entitled to lion shares
Since Alvin grew Lion mane, I get reptile share.
What a shame.
Mr One Strand you do shame me.

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