15 years old, like the messiah, they are expected
Already, on others, they are so coarse
I'm struggling, yet I have faith
On my chin they will loom
PPPatience
20 years old, it's not growing *MMMMH*, I'm fed up
It's not for lack, of owning the razor
Didn't they, back down
Those beard hairs, I'm waiting for in vain
Oh Puberty!
Why are you unfair?
When you made your dosage, you must have been drunk
You have squandered, my hairs quota
On the back of Roger
30 years old, hipsters, are in the house
The beard is worn, real fluffy, and badass
Served, with a flannel shirt
Arms covered, with not so pretty tattoos
And here I am, completely idle
With sparse hairiness
Jealous of Khal Drogo, Wolverine and of Santa Claus
Mommy why, my beard is not pretty?
Oh Puberty!
Why are you unfair?
When you made your dosage, you must have been wasted
You delivered, my hairs quota
For the legs of Aglaé
After all, why do I get carried away?
Manliness is not only about hairs
It's just that sometimes, I'm reaching the end
I would really like to hide food in my cheeks
Oh Puberty!
Thanks for everything
Making us all different, you have done it well
But thanks to your cheap shots, we evolved
From depressed smooth-face teens, to almost not hung up adults
And self-sufficient, and feeling comfortable in our own skin
And not at all in denial, no really, at all
No, no this beard, really... completely asymmetrical
Full of holes, I love it, it's wonderful
It's... like, too good, real cool
That's it.
Oh Puberty!
Why are you unfair?
When you made your dosage, you must have been drunk
Well that's ok, it's not that crazy
I don't blame you
You've got to love yourself the way you are
Yeah!
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