E-Emotion
Angry, E-book hunger
Tear diamond drop

      Join Me
@ The Body-book shop

The Gold bonds his book Hot Rods
She reads about the Angels and Gods

He covers her mind and book
with his lotion

Are we ready for the E-book
In tip-top condition motion
Someone is mysteriously trying to tell me something?

How the moon hangs low
The book made her eyes
Open to really know?

I phone to book she's the grab bag
I'm leaving on a Jetplane
One chosen E-Book
Was Scarlet love flame

How the book needs to grab you
The day you were born or reborn
Never to lose your sight
But why does he split your pages

In a hot rush* money wages

The heart is bleeding out words
Feeling so crushed the bookend
Energetic stare or the blank stare
Your enticing book
What happens underside me
The pages one-sided

You're the sweet of the complicated
getting bittersweet to be love mated

The sundae banana split
*My ring book marker my lovely curls

I couldn't share my book what it said
Do you really love me
The spinning wheel
Feminity of book so girly but
Love so dizzy

To be told overstocked to be sold
But someone loved it
Its been properly viewed
Buying and reselling hearts of
book timeshare

His workout
he loves his curls
Ebook he sees he memorized
all his European beauty
turning do you love her books madly
The beast  is inside Jekyll
Girls needed to hide but got
Hyde
The book seeing our life
From a blinded pageview
What's beside our words
We need to be upfront
Once in a million chances
The whole planet of funny books
beach house turned
Blank page
of a clown funhouse tree stalk

What is the point of view
Like an adult book raided
If you're the unadulterated
The innocents being naive
Wanting him so much
Whats the use it's like a
the blank page
Like your hairstyle
the sixties pageboy
You need book law and order
Like the Feng Shui book surrender
Be focused Graphically cool artist
And paint it colors no
gun it blanks no favors
My book place has the ambiance
Different mysteries
and suspense behaviors

Somehow it thickens
like "French" roue paste

You didn't want one
page to waste
E for the Exodus
A blank page is love minus
You're hitting a plateau
E- love of kiss-book
French Chateau
Ebook has a pattern the same thing
It repeats and devours your thoughts
The ancient Grecian her structural
form of statues
That rip page needed words to capture

The Clean-Slate page to restart
your flight
The prize
Emprise
Empire to the book hire
E-book desire
E-lust
It sets an example
we need to trust
Not to mislead your mind
Whats behind the book
Exhumed or to be doomed
Like Witchcraft magical hands

This wasn't the Godly land
The blank page had a spell
"The Burned Book" no one
will ever know
Can we take it back what was written inside
We need to restore give more (Cat and Mouse) chase

As my equal poison mind of sugar
Equally or naturally book gifted
Wrap silk ribbons or too much
the anxiety of red tape
Explosion of E=books
Elixir eyes to the Ebook doorway
But the blank pages were
still inside

E-book and the text
Whats next *** journalism
The kingdom of Elust
E-book became all excuses
Those blank tweets of
Hummingbirds
Like you got some
earwax all codes and emblems
My blank form income tax problems?

Storming damage to the max of my book

Hitting rock or book bottom
You're still living in a shape
of an eggcup

And reading by your nook
Your Ebook swish wish a nymph
floating mermaid

Things turn (Retro) just go
The book was the turn of events
More pages to heart mend

We are not experts or philosophers
Get inside the greener grass
like a grasshopper

Your lovely book a tranquil place
You were booked into your gown
But your ebooks is being
transported to other towns

Her heart was skipping his pages
She never got the chance to read
His chosen page
Life is so the open book
Eyes wide shut

this is a medical emergency ossified
in utero part the hair to cover
pink earwax scar innervated this
cochlea this ******* that steals
the spotlight and rooster’s comb
braised sockets for teeth wired through
the rafters kissing corner braces
shallow chromium double-eye poke
like a pile of face bones stacked
paul bunyan forest slide and jump from
the peak to the pool shallow and
undisturbed to dunk your face and
see future pure voodoo spirit board
and voice box locked with tongue-ectomy
removal of cough through neck hole
cardboard cut stickers in half to
write ******, I’m done.

In the solution
am I
the strength of the mixture
or
just the dilution?
Does osmosis occur
even
when I'm not there?

questions to take me to task,
I ask
anyway.

The garbage in my room
Smells like embarrassment
It’s the hot Cheetos bag that sits in my desk
It’s the q-tips with earwax
The ideas that float around in my head
And my roommates toenail clippings

The garbage in my room
Clutters the free space
Taking up room that it should not take
The shopping bags and boxes
That held beautiful things
Now empty and cumbersome

The garbage in my room
Takes up my memory
Forgotten blog posts and poems
Fill the hard drive in my brain
Silly thoughts and quips
Only attempt to clear it out

The garbage in my room
Sits in the can
Thinking of ways to grow
Out of proportion
Waiting to spill out onto the floor
And start crawling up the walls

The garbage in my room
Needs to be taken out.

Touches
Soft and feathery
The dreamy intimacy of
Some lovely golden haired angel

Touches
Soft and feathery
Begin to burn and
Sting like some twofaced ******

Touches
Soft and feathery
Sear my very skin
Till I’m melted like earwax

Touches
Soft and feathery
Lie

Bad prose and half - dried hair.
Pants..? No.
Just a blanket,
On these unpremeditated rainy days.
With stale crackers for breakfast,
I'll start a revolution today.
Depression is a renewable resource,
Like plastic.
Earwax is made up of words,
So my heads overloaded,
calendars outdated,
Bridge, underrated
Woops
The jump didnt make it
You made the jump
Now shh
I cant hear the voices in my head.

There's a caterpillar in my right ear canal.
It's almost neon-green,
with poison-orange bulbs,
the color of grafted cactus.  

It's squeezed its way quite far in, stuffed
itself in as if it were an expanding foam earplug,
the spines stuck in my inner pink skin.

I lean my head to the right, knock
the left side with the flat of my palm.
Eggs, the same as desiccant beads,
the color of earwax, pitter-patter out and onto my table
as if they were plastic raindrops on a trampoline.

There will come a day when it cocoons itself, and that moth
flies free, but until that day, I will continue
to turn it towards you
every time you speak.

Incompatible, haemorrhaging  decimal points - from the hand of greed
Unbeknownst to those without a quant or quality
Death & equality
Money or ******
And if you're asleep, then let's coalesce
An acrid past in an acid bath
Xylem & phloem
Stockbrokers wilting into ordinance through capital
Yet another example of the cyclic futility of inebriation
Built up by *******, encouraged by intolerance
A needle full of cement and a casual whiff towards sentiment
You are a component, insufferable but worthless
The vacant unmeasured tenants of reality
Consumed by a silver lining laced with Ambien
******* won't make you indestructible
Prepare for a weak heart, fat **** and sports cars
Fake tan dribbling from your million dollar dandy
Into the lead-infested neuropolis named 'fertility'
And if we can't 'predict' economic downfall
Then we must 'ensure' it with social prosperity
All watched over by machines of loving grace
Left under clawed toes and prayers with bent backs
Clothen ears, earwax, anxiety and a box full of Vicodin
You...Don't know where you stand because you never knew
No new news, an insemination to propagation, fruitless
Seeded in tongues with an emulsified analogue of the truth
A compound, molecular in structure, stable, nootropic
Gods gift, ink on paper, weightless
Where is the honesty in currency? Money? Trade?
I've made what I've made, you make, you don't make
Energy fades, everything fades
Our lives are mistakes
Ghosts of a digitised embellishment
We're not smart
We are knowledgeable
We are insane
We are a texture in patterns in vibrations
Unprecedented, Eden, monolith
Yemen, Syria, Egypt
Glazed over with apathy, rejecting attentiveness
Global pandemic
Do you think you do enough?
Enough to warrant subjectivity and an opinion?
Social pariah, religious ignorance, indifference
1929, JSOC, Malcolm X, Davidians and al-ʾIkḫwān
It's a self imposed thought crime to embrace authority
Never to question, never to learn and think for yourself
Lay down and let monopolies & psychopathy progress
Complacent, unwilling, lazy and dumb
Why won't you let it change?
Why don't we help one another?
We're all becoming one side of a dice
Immature calves being bred for the slaughter
Becoming secular and ignoring we are but one hand
Abstractions giving light to fireworks at night
Gunfire and depleted uranium polarising dawn
There are two sides to life, consciousness in 0's and 1's
We are binary
π
Uzumaki
Fibonacci
Here is the last of me,
Subject to none.

I've always had really bad wax
Still do
I use q-tips
to pull out bits and pieces
and I can hear the world

10/4/14
Those minutes
those mornings when I wake up and it feels I'm back at day one
and I'm still made of clay, and God himself
took his thumbs
and hollowed out my eye sockets
and never filled them.

(what do I write now?)

My ponytail is brushing the small of my back.
I'm staring at my reflection on the computer screen
and I'm not liking what I'm seeing.

(Stop talking about yourself.)

They say "write what you know", and yet
I can only write about myself.

(shut up.)

Knives. Earwax. Squeals.
What is my life made of?
In a day, I'll be back
at my temple of jitters.
(School).
(maybe there's something wrong with you, the way you brought those glasses to the kitchen,
that you drank the same liquid from, and your stomach
felt like it was holding water bottles full of blood, instead of organs)

10/13/14

Why do you have to make me feel so **** guilty all the time?
When we stood on the grey carpet in Spirit Halloween
the animated screams pushing against my torso
with your gaslighting, my head/heart/hair caught fire
and nobody won.

I feel like I deserve better than this, but what could be better than
these moments?
At least, later, I will have photos to lighten
in my sweatpants
and my designated sweatshirt for when I feel like ****.

And the inside of my mouth tastes like
those screams, from the wrinkled, blackened plastic
and the oil from our un-fluffable bangs.

I know tomorrow I'll be
busy ******* up christmas songs
and leaning on bus windows
and sleeping in the jumpy skin I've built myself
out of bad breath, smudged makeup,
and curly-haired boys,
So I should be grateful.
But when it feels like you've drained bottles of stage blood into my veins
and I am not real anymore
and instead of eyeshadow, my eyelids are weighed down
with toxic thoughts that, instead of coming from my mental lips,
come from your physical ones,
I will not be happy.
I'm sorry.
(You know you had fun. Stop it. You had a hell of a great time, and a bad aftertaste will never get rid of the taste of the absence of loneliness in those pictures.)
---
Me to myself: why are you like this?

(And also, why is it that
you always have more things to say
even when this program is closed
the typing has stopped
you come back
hungry for the attention you'll never get?)

---

10/24/14
I know people will ask
how my right shin got so scratched up and shredded
and maybe I will tell them
It got that way when I crawled out the window
and not that I sat on the bathroom floor
crying tears that felt pink, the way they darkened my face
and I dug my nails into my flesh
and dragged them.

I wish I could do something poetic with the stinging pain, like
cut off all my hair, or most of it
because It made me look like a wild animal, when
I walked, shoe-less, on the streets.
Or I could have scars on my leg, and be reminded
of the pain I inflicted on myself
(and others)
today
---
11-3-14

Oh ****, I fell in love again.
...
Is it love, Or is it
a childlike infatuation
with the idea of a crush
?
Do I have affections for you, or am I attracted
to the idea of you?
Am I just bored? Do I only like that you like me,
that you make me feel relaxed?
Maybe, or maybe it's
the sugar-high-ish, ache-y feeling
I get when I see you in the corner of my eye
or our legs brush up together
(Thank god it's not lust).
---

_
This is the color of anxiety:
Red, like the blood I wish I could expose with a sharp, small movement, but can't, just can't (you can't even hurt yourself correctly. Worthless.)
Orange, like the pumpkins in the halloween store I tried to have fun in, but the snake of uneasiness squeezed my ribs too tight until I couldn't breathe, orange like the light I saw in the middle of the night.
Yellow, like the sunshine that I wanted to run into, but I didn't let myself, a watery color like what my voice sounds like sometimes.
Green, like the leaves on the rock I sat on
when I ran from myself, my house
and cried, cried, cried (once is enough, *******).
Blue, the color I thought my tears would be, but they were just a salty clear, dripping down my face, and changing nothing.
Purple, like the bruises that I don't remember getting, but press on anyway, relishing the pain in a sort of ******-up way, thinking "Whenever, wherever, however you got this, you probably deserved it."
Pink, like the insides, and outsides, of my eyelids when I can't sleep at night, arguing with myself.
Brown, like the dirt that I imagine
cakes the wormlike workings of my brain, in the area where
self-sympathy and control was.
Black, like the centers of my eyes
that I see when I look in the mirror and think
"****, did I look like this all day?"
And, anxiety is the colors in between, too. Navy and tan and white and gold.
Yes, it's all the colors, because it's everywhere, and most of the time, I can't get away from it.
(God, could you've made that any more melodramatic? Yeah, you have dark moments, but you make it sound like every aspect of your life is drenched in manic-depressive bile, which, my dear, is ridiculous.)
---

VII - The Event. (23rd June 2011).

It started off normal,
wispy clouds
on an unexceptional morning,
that’s what it looked like,

but no, was not a normal day.
Calm, unruffled, no fear in my head.
The exam started, albeit a little later than planned,
it went OK I thought, but the rain, the rain,

nearly messed it up for us.
But it stopped - an omen perhaps?
P was there
and into the unfamiliar we went.

Can’t thank him enough
for his help that Thursday afternoon.
He bought something to eat first,
this is what, not long after twelve.

Later, two bouquets, as I said, red and pink.
Delicate petals wrapped up in my hands.
Sat in this small park area, oh man,
people are going to see this, I was adamant.

My watch kept smirking
each time I glanced at my wrist.
When we got back
K and M

almost found out,
however fast thinking
saw the package stashed
behind a tree.

J was upset,
it’d be me later I guessed,
we spoke fleetingly
before the earwax bus arrived.

You were on it,
thank heavens for that.
I jumped high like a kid
who’d scoffed too many Skittles.

Pretty of course.
Part of me knew I wouldn’t see
anything so striking again
for a long time after.

Brown cake, brown tea,
brown hair,
I look at the pictures
every now and then,

I looked an idiot
in my cobalt cardigan.
Then as expected,
you ruined it.

VIII - The Non-Fiction. (22nd/23rd June 2011).

The boy and the girl are in love.
Urgh, *****.
The girl has to leave for the big city.
Not good.
She departs and the boy is distraught.
Oh dear.
He meets up with a friend.
OK then.
They choose to go and see her.
Excellent news.
They get to where she is.
How exciting.
The three have fun that evening.
Quite nice.
The boy whispers in the girl’s ear.
Say what?
The story ends unfinished.
**** it.

IX - The Event (Part 2). (23rd June 2012).

Why’d you have to get a lift?
Why’d you have to change it?
At the end of the class,
I fetched them

and you hugged me.
Didn’t want to I bet.
Everybody saw,
H, C, L and J (all three),

you with roses and part four
of the story.
Then gone.
Everybody gone.

On my way home
I saw S on his bike.
Said well done.
Thanks, but the icy actuality was there.

You were gone.
You haven’t come back.

We lay on the same bed that night and I couldn't sleep,
I felt that smoldering desire again ...
The one I can't control ...
or tell people about.

I like to violate the fragile abyss of taboo.
I didn't intend to do it, I really didn't... but fragile it was.
And as soon as my fingers touched it's hardness
magic began to tingle through my body.

I felt every ridge and dent,
I caressed the fullness of it's shaft,
and wanted to claim it as mine,
but it belongs to my brother...

I liked the feel of it in my hand ,
and one thing usually leads to another.
I kissed it's pink tip and caressed its length.
I whispered into the cacophonous dim ...

"Let me put you in my mouth ... "
and then I just did it.
It tasted nasty like earwax.
All the No.2's are the same ...

I think I stuck that q-tip in a bit too far,

No earwax on the end of it,

Just the memory of my grandmother's face,

and my first day of Kindergarten

Would you banish me if I confessed
a secret thrill the instant
shrill sirens intrude,
rudely breaking in
to shove aside my trailed-off whispers
with a wail from which no earwax,
no matter how doughy thick,
could keep a modern Ulysses safe.

Maybe it’s this time
they’ll stop for me.

Maybe it’s this time
and there won’t come a knock.

Maybe it’s this time
the stale crust of hardening past
explodes to scorch a put-upon earth
or crack her open so we can,
you and I, slip through,
up among the slewfoot roamers.
Their heavy heads are down,
always down, down,
pointed down and they’re unaware
there are germs here.
There are puffs of dainty fluff floating
close above them here and hoping
to ride our slipstream,
to skip over those dreams
too drained of ambition for ever
to germinate.

Ignore, am I
the kind to ignore? I am
ignoring them right now,
and the dimpled facts
they’d dare be
if beggary wasn’t better served
than derring-do. Don’t
tell me you don’t see them too.

I’ve witnessed the self-interest
and I’m still abiding, dude,
but when, dear God, when
will enlightenment finally arrive?

Galactic disposition
Relentless exposition
A guided meditation
To harbor one's condition
An earwax candle mission
Removing audible visions
Internal text to bring forth next
The silent-held emissions

Drop in
Just in case you missed it
Lost marbles and missing puzzle pieces
If what? But, What if?

This is my only recourse
A resource of thick accents
And made up minds
That think it's all water under the bridge

The thumping of her heart subsides
Disposable income comes naturally now
She impersonates impostors with crooked teeth and bad posture
But that's just the prelude

She foresees it all
How does it look?
"Sour grapes and low hanging fruit"
"Permanence is a myth"

Case closed
"Belly button lint and earwax"
"Pay your dues"
Outcries about fiscal responsibility

"Fill in the blanks with what you want to hear"
Fraudulent pyramid scams
Pinsetters falling for ponzi schemes
That leave them with a bad tastes in their mouths

"Lets head up to Golgotha
And rip the nails from the Penitent thief's hands
Then stick them in the Impenitent thief's eyes
Just a new number to add to our repertoire"

i suppose i could reflect on the times where i would not leave my bed, even if my muscles got sore. perhaps that could be the reason i never stood on a scale. yesterday's bruises are far too familiar. for some reason, they feel as sharp as today's and tomorrow's. despite what they say, i don't think it ever really goes away. you could say i chose this for myself. it's all a matter of perspective, right? somehow external becomes internal regarding my excuses. perhaps it's all of the bitter coffee and burnt spaghetti noodles. i should stop talking about the things that make me anxious. i always had to cover my mouth when i laughed and maybe that's why i have rotten stained teeth. there was always that wonder about why you would feed me all of those lollipops for breakfast. i guess that means something. the room always smelled of earwax and caramel pumpkin. the significance being clear. for a second, i forgot of all the other people in the room and maybe it's because for the first time, my pocketbook is no longer a pillowcase.

Dehydrant


Yeah I'm thirsty as hell for conversation,
And I don't want it to be a virtual simulation,
Or a fifteen hundred dollar sexdoll....
"Yeah I like *** and all"
I try to keep one goal in mind when it comes to women,
"**** her and keep it goin until you have some children."
I saw the loss of children,
I've seen the terror of time,
I've seen the absence of my self when I'm present in the midst of crime.
I'm guessing it's a crime not to...communicate?
Asking her,
"Why don't you pick up the phone?"
Or "why did you leave me alone?"

I've learned this...
Never be sorry to a woman,
Sorry is for a man who's plate is at the bottom back of a car,
He tries to eat off the plate while she's driving away.
Needless to say,
He let his woman have her own way,
And the wickedness of a woman goes beyond a wicked way.
It goes beyond all the abortions,
These wicked women choose to have every single day.
My heart be thumpin,
The worst place for a king to be born is in the womb of a black woman...

But black lives matter?
And a "strong" black woman is leading the protest,
"I love my black people but sorry, I believe in aborting my black child."
So is sorry for the sorrowful?
No, sorry is for suckers,
We as men,
We will no longer be suckers for love.

Apologize when necessary,
And if she's still mad,
Strip her naked and lick her up and down.

It's that easy, don't be a sorry *****. Be a man who's sorrowful
To the breaking of your principles,
But never let her catch you with your head down,
You're a king not a clown,
More dignity than foolish pride.

Don't get dehydrated looking for love,
Just be thirsty looking to ****,
Why?
Because one comes (****) faster than the other.
And only a man will realize which one he wants to happen,
Like faking a left and landing the right hook,
"I gotchu now *****."
Now imma say and switch...

Dear Mom,

I've seen tears of joy trapped in amazement,
And a crazy *****, yet a genius woman locked in a basement,
I know you don't like me using rude language when I talk to you,
But that's how I express myself,
And next time I see you,
I don't wanna feel like I have to
Drag you out your room just to talk to you.
I know you enjoy your drugs
But,
I don't think it was even one time,
We gave each other that mother and son hug.

It's like,
I know we didn't forget it,
So maybe it was that thing that we needed to ignore for that one time.

You was high,
And I was mad,
And you just stayed in your room mostly.
You kept askin me for money,
And you knew I couldn't really do nothin,
But I bought some food for the crib,
So we could live off of that til I left,
I'd like you to know that I did my best,
And yet I still could do better.
And you, mother,
Are still under the weather,
I don't want anybody to ask how you're doin and I'll say "good"
But in my mind, "still trying to
Forget her."
I'll tell you what,
Trying to bloom I've been spoiled with family pictures you tried to destroy and let
Burn forever,
I screamed, "No mah, don't throw them away!"
But you got a fistful of earwax,
And I can not throw away
Trouble and shame,
I can't say, that you're one to blame anymore,
I wanna bring all of your pains to the floor,
And I'd prefer it while your sitting sober,
Looking at life like this is all over,
But I'm still thirsty for love,
And life is still so hungry to judge,
You pray to the God above,
But you just still don't give a ****...

Still trying to understand where real love lies,
Because I know this fake life is only for rent,
The real world is perfect and now,
Your time is spent...

And the body you needed to take care of will shorty be sent away,
Because you subsided,
And left your sanity away.

The world’s gotta get a grip on its moral values
Get rid of those coral values
They seem full of life, but they’re really dead
All just hard rock, get them outta your head

There are stuff you shouldn’t do
A respect, dignity to hold for mankind
Act your age, acknowledge your years
Only then can the underage learn,
                            along with their peers

Give them something, them to say ‘cheers!’
Tell them how, don’t be the cause for their tears
There’s a charter, a law you’ve got to adhere to
No, no, nothing you made up on your own

There’s the Creator, He’s not a Hater
Unless you decide, to reside with a debater
Going against His wishes, His will
Look, I’m not lying, I can see the
                                 pills in your bill

You’re having to pay for your demise
Your moral values, know no berg-ice
That’s how messed up, you’ve made your life
Turn back now, you’re already facing a strife

Realize, He gave you heart and mind,
So that you step away from evil’s advice,
But you don’t seem to hear,
You’re deaf now, can’t hear your
                                   own hearts’ fear

Your soul doesn’t like it, well it wouldn’t, would it?
If you handed it over to the non-Maker
So listen, perk up your ears,
Take out the earwax, shed your tears

You’ve got to right the wrong you’ve done
Change the world to something more fun
But truly so, not just play and games
So shallow and hollow,
Change it to a fresh new heart

Discipline your style,
And other mistakes you’ve made

The world right now,
Is a bitter dark place
Faith, Loyalty and Honesty’s got no place
They’ve been pushed aside you see, to make room for these -
Hatred, Betrayal and Jealousy
at the lead

Find the remains of those true trusted values,
Search up your drawers,
Dust off your adieus

Replant those seeds, in the hearts of your breeds,
Give them something, other than knobbly knees

The world needs your seeds,
They’ll die off with you, so please
When you hand over the reins
Don’t give us too many pains

Leave us a trace of goodness,
Even a single old cell,
Don’t worry we know how to work,
The Genetic counsel

We’d regrow the old good,
A complete and full clone,
We’ll take away the hood
No mystic old bone

You see now, He gave us the whole manual,
He let us do, whatever we could,
He even gave us the emergency button,
So in the end we’ll realize

That in the end, we must tell no lies
And in the hands of Him, all lies

Where to start
well there’s the obvious
teeth need brushed
and flossed
every night
and morning
I always conclude
with a gargle of
MOUTHWASH
to **** the germs
Every day a shower
or two
no I’m not addicted
but when you’re
a gym rat
it’s necessary
shampoo and conditioner
otherwise my hair becomes
a disaster
Irish spring
my choice of bar
the scent just permits
the smell of freshness
plus the LADIES LOVE IT
Hair needs combed
or brushed
otherwise it leads to
tangles and knots
Now let’s not forget
q-tips to get the earwax
OUT
the pleasure I get
from feeling clean
Now these
next couple things
may not be
as often but
they are just as
IMPORTANT
toenails and fingernails
they every couple days
need a nice trim
normally after
pressing my cuticles down
and using this neat little tool
that pushes against
the excess skin
and as it goes
it takes it off
leaving them smooth
last but not least
a file to
round the edges
to prevent
HANGNAIL
One of my least favorite
of all to take care of
most definitely is
my ****** HAIR
although I got
some fancy trimmers
I always stress
about it being perfect
nice clean lines
the curves just right
no guy wants
an uneven face
and when I’m done
and it’s all trimmed just right
I got this attachment
that’s made for
NOSE-HAIRS
every now and then
it gets caught
as I press firmly
to get them all
and it tugs hard
as I say ouch
after this though
my all time favorite thing
when it comes to
HYGIENE
aftershave
as the alcohol burns my
freshly shaved face
it makes me feel
so refreshed and clean
and leaves me smelling
so dam good
Now you cannot forget
to every so often
TOUCHUP
your eyebrows
no one wants
a unibrow
Another important part
of staying clean
and of superb hygiene
is an everyday
multiple times
ROUTINE
use as needed
DEODORANT
to help fight
any unwanted
BODY ODORS
Now somethings
are just not feasible
to do yourself
so you have to
RELY on the PROFESSIONALS
haircut , but thank GOD
It’s only an every couple weeks
AFFAIR as it’s costly
And last but not least
an important variable
the power of
using a good lotion
after each shower
to prevent dry skin
Well to each their own
I’m sure I may have missed
SOMETHING
but for the most part
this is my
HYGIENE ROUTINE

ps: Always make sure to regularly :
WASH YOUR HANDS !!