fine beard-fluffing poem by Jason Bredle in the new "Shampoo" means there's one less I have to do!

"I am in the bathroom fancy beard fluffing.
Fancy beard is growing in stunningly,
ask anyone in the park. As I fluff beard
in summer sun, goose feeding youth
and goose feeding elderly all stop
to receive its glory shower. When I am camping,

I need only brush minimal amounts
of worms and ticks from beard come morning,
then I allow the soft dewy breeze
to have its way..."