I am a lunatic,
I worship the moon from time to time.
I dream and ask dumb things
like love.
She asked me to shave off my beard as an offering for her,
For the moon is my goddess
I do as she commands.
I do not look handsome without a beard,
My nose looks too big for my clean face.
I won't find love with a nose like this.
The moon was playing tricks on me,
She only listens to wolves.