On the morning you prepare for T.V.
If post pubescent male
You must shave three times
Each blade finer than the next
Until your skin is as smooth as a baby’s ass
And you smile with an equal innocence
All this and you are not guaranteed success
So trust your luck but do not pray
Prayer is for a far more serious moment
Than preparing for T.V.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem