Me and the Beard

“I’ll kill you in the moonlight
in front of the heavenly host,
you wretched thing,” I say.
Yes, go deeper, tell me more,
the beard tells me, so I do:

“I’ll sacrifice your face to the
wind and dice your soul until
the cows come home. Not
just ordinary cows, mind you.
Expensive, good looking ones.”

That will take a looong time.
“‘’sokay,” I reply, lighting a
match with my teeth. “I got time.”
And we sit across from each other,
man and beard, patiently toiling.

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