Secret Stash

Artsy Photo: Click for full size. This image represents fried rice hurtling through space.

Artsy Photo: Click for full size. This image represents fried rice hurtling through space.

I’m sick of your mustache and all it represents.

Everyone hates your mustache. None are on the fence.

Your mustache is dirty. It doesn’t show panache.

Let’s get that hair off now, and throw it in the trash.

Artsy Photo: Click for full size. This image represents a New York hour.

Artsy Photo: Click for full size. This image represents a New York hour.

You’re not a cowboy or swashbuckling rogue.

That gross ugly fur above your lip will never be vogue.

This follicular folly must end now for goodness sake!

Shave it before the meeting, for there’s too much at stake.

Remember when buttered broccoli got stuck on your face.

The mustache held it for half the day. Don’t repeat disgrace.

All that food and sweat festers and feeds the mustache forest.

I picked mushrooms from the underbrush, it’s hygiene at its poorest.

It scares me at night. I see glowing eyes hidden in the thick.

I dreamt you were a rabid schnauzer dripping froth foamy and sick.

Artsy Photo: Click for full size. This image represent the proper way to tap dance in front of the emperor of Loatia Minor.

Artsy Photo: Click for full size. This image represent the proper way to tap dance in front of the emperor of Loatia Minor.

I’m sick of your mustache and all it represents.

Everyone hates your mustache. None are on the fence.

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