Cause I love nothing more than to look at my ugly mug in the mirror.
One day I noticed I had a grey hair in my goatee.
I went on through the week thinking I can just trim it out.
The very next week there were three more.
I told my friends "I'm getting old, do you see."
Now all I do is sit in the mirror and pout.
My friends say it makes me look distinguished,
I said "yeah like mr. fantastic."
I watched as they walked away.
I took my finger and thumb and their littles heads I tried to squish,
Like little ticks.
This life isn't what it should've been.
I am too young to use Just For Men.
If I shave it off I have baby face,
and if I leave it people say "Good one, ace."
Grey hair, leave me alone,
grey hair, go away.
Why can't you have a normal tone?
Gosh, this is gay.
Authors note: I deviated away from my usual serious poem formula. Originally this was supposed to be a serious blog post.
...You're going grey? HAHAHAHA, that's so great. Rex is going grey too.
You could always say your friends are so stressful they make you go grey. Rex used that on me once.