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The Renegades
Growing on my face
lies a meager beard,
a thin straggly mustache,
and wiry sideburns.
The mustache and beard,
though its really a goatee,
are the point of note
They do not connect,
as no hair runs as their intermediary.
This does not upset me,
though I realize
that it disqualifies me from
ever growing a
Fu Manchu.
But such is life, or so they say.
But on one side of my mouth,
the right side,
grow three, maybe four hairs,
I consider these hairs to be
the Renegade Hairs.
If my face were distraught by fiendish villains,
the Renegades would be the ones to restore order.
They stand as a shining beacon to all that is good and true.
If my face were the setting of an action movie,
the Renegade Hairs would initially dislike each other,
but be forced together by fate and circumstances
until they realized just how much they value on another
and can rely on each other for support
in the face of adversity.
Perhaps I should shave them,
as undoubtedly I will
when I grow tired of the meager beard
and thin straggly mustache,
but I know, that regardless of the razor’s unforgiving caress
the Renegades will return.
They cannot be kept down.
The Renegades will return.
-By Fred LaPolla
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