Beard of Shit: By Brad Saunders. Full time Chef, part time drinker, part time poet.
I wear a beard of shit because it suits me well, and if your wondering I don’t mind the smell.
Having no beard would be but a disgrace, nothing to prove they’re no lies on this face.
I have mustache of mystery that tells stories of history. My mind is vast with little brains between.
I wear a beard of shit because it makes me feel mean.
I’m in a bad mood today, that’s why this poem is so weird, you’d be in a bad mood too if you had a shit covered beard.
