To be somebody's facial hair
Is to be an object at which to stare.
It can be like you weren't even there
If you're shaved off so the face is bare.
You have no say, they don't even care
That you may think it's quite unfair.
It's no surprise that it's quite rare
To enjoy being somebody's facial hair.
You get shoved around whenever they please,
Sometimes you even get smothered with peas.
Others often love to laugh and tease,
Some wonder if you are a home for fleas.
If you had a body you'd be weak at the knees,
From the combined pressure of all of these.
You're the place that a lot of food gets stuck,
Some grow you believing it will bring luck.
You're often seen on a man in a truck,
Some shave you off to make a quick buck.
It's with food that you're often struck,
You don't even have the option to duck.
You're forced to sit there, covered in muck,
Even the kids who see you say "yuck".
To be somebody's facial hair,
Is to live a life full of despair.
Maybe someone will see how unfair,
Your life can be and they'll treat you with care.